#Sintober 2022

[whiskeynwriting]

Pride and Envy

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Frankie Morales x Female Reader

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Word Count: 14k (did this get away from me? Hell yes. Do I regret it? Hell no.) 

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) Jesus, there’s a lot in here

Alcohol consumption, flirting, praise kink, daddy kink, size kink, anal kink, spanking, spitting, voyeurism, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, oral (m and f receiving), male masturbation, unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of anal sex and anal play, multiple orgasms, cum play, established relationship, established friendship.

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A/N: Well happy Sintober to me…

Thank you to my amazing beta-readers @phnyx and @fishingforpike 🥹♥️

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“You sure you wanna wear that tonight, babydoll?”

He’s staring at you from behind, watching you dress into your costume. And while you can see his reflection in your floor-length mirror, you turn around to get a better look at him after hearing his words.

“What do you mean?” you ask him, frowning slightly. You then look down, hands smoothing over the delicate fabric. “You don’t like it?”

“Honey,” he drawls, and when you look up, he’s grinning.

Jack walks toward you, holding his arms out and wrapping you in them when he’s close enough. His smile doesn’t fade, purring happily when he hears your giddy giggle, placing a kiss on your cheek before nibbling on your jaw.

“I don’t think I’m gonna be able to keep my hands off ‘a you while you’re wearin’ that.”

“You can’t keep your hands off me when I’m wearing anything.” laughing, you roll your eyes while he continues to hold you. 

Jack was extra excited about tonight, he couldn't wait to see you in this thing. Once the two of you decided on hosting this year’s party, you immediately got to planning your outfits. Once you chose a matching costume set, you presented it to him. And Jack was over the moon with your decision. He always did call you his angel. 

To say the least, it was the most revealing costume you’d ever worn for Halloween. You decided on a small, silk nightgown, the smooth fabric a dreamy shade of white. Held up by two thin straps with the neckline diving low, the hem ending a few mere inches past your hips, the outfit showed off far more than what was normal for you. But tonight is different - you just feel so sexy in this. You feel so small and dainty, pretty, perfect, everything Jack always makes you feel. And besides, it’s not like you’re hosting a family gathering. You have every right to look as flirty as you’d like. 

Adding to your look is a pair of fluffy white angel wings that, once slid over your arms, sit snugly against your back. And finally, a halo, one attached to a headband that rests comfortably on the top of your head. Simple, but elegant, and oh so pretty. 

“You happy with my costume, honey? Is it everything you wanted it to be?” he asks genuinely, taking a step back. You are the one that planned it, after all.

He’s wearing a suit, one he tailored to fit him, of course. If Jack was hosting, he was dressing to impress. And boy did he do that and more. Maroon colors the rich velvet of his outer coat with a black dress shirt underneath. Slacks matching the color of his dress shirt cover his legs, a dark red devil’s tail hanging on the back hook of his belt. He’s also wearing a headband, a black one with red horns on the top. Underneath his headband, his hair is done up quite well, slicked to the side with some hair gel. Jack’s jawline is clean up, cologne dusting his chest and neck making him smell overwhelmingly alluring. And lastly, he’s wearing his shiny, black dress shoes, surprisingly not his cowboy boots. It makes you chuckle; you almost don’t recognize him without them. But altogether, you’re satisfied, more than satisfied with the way he looks. 

After looking over his finely-dressed figure, your eyes meet his once again. And this time, you're smirking too.

“You look amazing, baby.” palms on his chest, you lean up for a kiss, once he happily accepts. “I love how our costumes turned out.” 

Jack smiles against your lips, reaching around to grip your backside in hand, his fingers slipping beneath the hem. 

“You’re tellin’ me.”

Decorations were hung throughout your apartment the night before, neither of you wanting to worry about doing so on the day of. Today, the two of you focused on your costumes, choosing music, and setting out the food. Typical of Jack, he’d ordered a catering business for the spooky get-together. Even though the party wasn’t a huge event, he wanted his guests to be pleased. Besides, there were still quite a few people coming. For Jack, his excitement honestly can’t be contained; he’s been preparing for this day for two weeks. You really married quite the extrovert. 

But not everyone was so excited to attend your party. 

He thought it was stupid to be so nervous - he was at your wedding for Christ’s sake. And he loves you guys. He’s known Jack for years, decades even, and he’s known you for a while now, too. So, why should he be nervous to see you? You. 

Frankie only made the decision last night to come, doing it so last minute that the only thing he had to wear as a costume was his old army uniform. He’s surprised it still fits. Granted, it’s a little tight, but it fits. 

“Everything will be fine.” he whispers to himself, taking a breath. For a little crush, this thing has really taken hold of him. 

Once the elevator reaches your penthouse, something that makes Frankie roll his eyes whenever he even thinks about the word, he rings the doorbell beside the entryway. Jack did well for himself, anyone who knew him was aware of that. But he showed off his wealth far more than Frankie would if he were in his situation. He sees the vacations Jack takes you on, the clothes he buys you and the restaurants he takes you to. It makes Frankie burn inside; he wishes he could do that for you. 

“Frankie! Hi!” your greeting is enthusiastic and wholehearted; you haven’t seen Frankie in months.

“Hey,” Frankie grins, accepting your hug. Though on the inside, his body is on fire with nerves.

He only got a quick peak at your costume but Jesus fuck, you’re an angel? You’re a fucking angel? You look so beautiful like this, so small and fragile. This fits you perfectly; the dress is so smooth, too, he can’t help but run his hands gently along your back. 

But before he’s even able to truly enjoy your embrace, Jack appears behind you, a smug smirk on his face. 

“Hey Jack,” Frankie nods, breaking your hug. 

“Frankie,” he responds, reaching out with his dominant hand. “How you doin’?”

“Good, good.” 

While the boys say hi, your eyes roam Frankie’s figure. You’ve never seen him in his army uniform before; you’ve seen Jack in his, but never Frankie. But why would you ever see him in it? It’s not like you had a reason to. Either way, he looks good. 

“Come in,” comes your cheerful invitation, stepping aside. “Make yourself comfortable.” 

Frankie notices that there are already many people here, some he knows and some he doesn’t. But it’s not hard for him to blend in, he is determined to take his mind off of you. 

Everyone here is either a friend of yours or Jack's, all of which both of you know. And to your surprise, your home is more crowded than you expected. But you’re not complaining, and neither is he. In the right setting, you can be just as extroverted as Jack, mingling with every guest you’ve invited and making most of them drinks. 

It makes you happy, seeing all of your friends, and each of them in a different costume, too. To your surprise, there isn’t a single duplicate here. Kelsey came as the Scarlet Witch, T and Jess are matching each other as Fred and Daphne from Scooby Doo, Jack’s childhood friend Anthony coming as a cowboy; how typical, you think. But funny, nonetheless. 

“Hey Frankie,” you smile, walking over to him. “Can I get you anything to drink?”

There’s music playing and some mood lighting decorating the ceiling of the room, creating a wonderfully comfortable atmosphere. You’re smiling so sweetly, shifting your weight as you tilt your hips, fingers playing with each other in an almost timid fashion. And you’re looking up at him, the kindest expression on your face. 

Before Frankie answers, he takes a breath, the smile on his face occurring naturally. He’d already had a few drinks, having been at your party for about two hours now. But since you’re the one asking… 

“Um, sure. Yeah.” he nods, shoving his hands into his pockets out of nervous habit. 

“Okay, is beer good? We have Coors -”

“Coors is fine,” he answers quickly, wanting to appease you. 

You raise an eyebrow at his anxious reaction, releasing a small giggle. 

“Okay jumpy. You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Frankie exhales a breath, nodding. “You look nice tonight.”

“Awe, thanks.” you grin, leaning side to side. “I’ll be back.” 

“Okay.” Frankie says, releasing a tight breath when you walk away.

He watches you walk all the way across the room, your hips swaying with each step, the muscles in your legs flexing, your small arms moving slightly along your sides. You’re so graceful, he just loves the way you’re built. He’s thought about you before, honestly, so many times. It felt so good to think about you while gripping himself in hand, his other curling into the sheets while he imagined how you’d feel. You’d be soft, wet and warm. The sounds you made in Frankie’s head made him blush, your hair down, your body moving in rhythm with his. The thought of your naked body alone made him nibble on the corner of his lower lip, sighing out a frustrated breath. 

He wonders what life would be like if Jack wasn’t in the picture. 

“She looks good tonight, doesn’t she?”

Jack’s sudden presence makes Frankie jump, an annoyed breath huffing out of his lungs. 

“I… what?”

Drink in hand, Jack points your way, uttering your name before repeating his question, only a little differently this time. “Doesn’t my baby look good in that little dress?” 

You may not notice when Frankie stares, but Jack does. He notices every time people stare at you, because it happens often. There were times you’d asked him when out in public if you looked strange or had something on your face, noticing how many people were looking at you. Jack reassured you, chuckling as he’d say, “You’re beautiful, sugar. And I’m not the only one who knows it”. Truly, you stood out, you turned every head in the room. It was strange to you, but to Jack, it was normal. He knew he was lucky to have you. 

“She… looks nice.” Frankie decides on, knowing Jack wouldn’t be happy until he got an answer. 

Jack lifts his drink to his lips, a wide smirk splayed across them. Both of them watch as you turn, Frankie’s beer now in your hand. You stop to speak to someone, though, and your abrupt halt makes your breasts sway. And ever so slightly, the two men are able to see a hint of your sideboob. 

Frankie accidentally releases a sigh, licking his lower lip. And Jack hums quietly, lips still maintaining that shit eating grin.

“They’re soft, ya know.” he tells his friend, taking another sip of his drink.

Frankie turns, eyebrows furrowed. Surely he isn’t talking about your… no. There’s no way your husband would be bragging about how soft your fucking tits are… right? 

“What?”

“You see that?” Jack asks, slinking an arm around Frankie’s shoulders as he turns him back in your direction. “That little bit of skin peaking out on the side of her dress?”

“Yeah…” Frankie replies quietly, helplessly. He gulps. What is Jack up to?

“They’re soft,” he drawls, releasing a quick breath. “And so nice to suck on. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve licked them.”

“What are you doing?” Frankie asks, turning to face his friend once again. His quick movement causes Jack to drop his arm from Frankie’s shoulders, but it doesn’t knock the smugness from his face.

“I’m givin’ you a gift.” Jack expresses, raising his brows. “I see how you look at her; don’t you wanna know what she feels like?” 

“I…”

“What she looks like under there? Because I’m tellin’ you Frank…” Jack sighs, eyes looking further behind him. “You’ll find heaven under that dress.” 

“Jack, that’s your wife. I’d never -”

“What? Eye-fuck her like I’m not standin’ in the same room?” Jack interrupts, one brow raised in question. 

This shuts Frankie right up. Immediately, his cheeks burn bright red, and he can no longer hide his embarrassment. Was he really being that obvious? 

“It’s clear to me that just because she’s my wife, that doesn’t stop you from lookin’ at her differently.”

“Jack, I didn’t mean to, I didn’t want you to…” 

This time, Jack waits for a response. He doesn’t interrupt with some cocky or brazen remark, he just waits. And the longer he waits, the brighter Frankie’s face becomes. 

Your husband saw every single one of Frankie’s glances tonight. Call it dumb luck, but he just so happened to be near him almost every time. He saw Frankie watching you talk to others, making your friends drinks and dancing here and there around the room. He’d smile when you smiled, he’d laugh quietly when you laughed, he mirrored you. He mirrored your every move. And if Jack’s job taught him anything, it was how to read people like an open book.

“Tell me this,” Jack says in the absence of Frankie’s response. “You find my wife attractive?” 

Frankie swallows. But Jack just shrugs.

“Be honest with me.”

And then he sighs, looking down, then over to you, and back to your husband. “Yeah,” he eventually responds with a hesitant nod. 

“And how could you not?” there it is, that returning grin. “She’s an angel from above, ain’t she?”

“Yeah, and you sure are the fucking devil.” It's a joke, but Frankie’s jealousy shows through. It only makes Jack laugh. 

“Hey baby,” you smile, walking over to them.

“Hey sugar,” Jack returns brightly, wrapping an arm around your lower back when you’re close enough to him. 

“Here you go, Frankie.” you offer him the drink, which Frankie immediately takes. 

Jesus, Jack thinks, rolling his eyes at Frankie’s eager compliance. Guess he really does have it bad for my girl. 

“How’re you doing, babe?” you then ask, turning your head to look up at Jack. 

And he smiles, the hand holding his drink rising to your face. With his pointer finger placed beneath your chin, he answers with, “I’m doin’ just fine, baby.” 

You don’t notice it, not at first, anyway, but Jack’s eyes quickly dart over to Frankie before saying, “Gimme a kiss, sugar.” 

As if you’d ever say no, you rise to your tippy-toes, kissing your husband’s beautifully full lips. Little do you know Jack’s heart isn’t the only one beating out of its chest. 

“You okay, Frankie?” it’s a genuine question, a small frown on your face as you analyze his uneasy expression. 

“Yeah, he’s alright.” Jack waves a hand at him before he can answer, a half-smirk on his face. “We were just talkin’ about you, is all.”

“Oh yeah?” you reply, clearly amused. “What were you saying?” 

Frankie’s eyes narrow as Jack opens his mouth to speak. What the hell is this asshole about to say?

“Just about how pretty you look tonight.” 

Frankie breathes out a sigh of relief. 

“Frankie thinks you look pretty, too.” he says it like it’s his dirty little secret, and honestly, it is. He’s never, ever talked about this with anyone, let alone the two of you. 

“Awe, thanks.” you smirk, looking over at your friend. “That’s sweet of you Frankie.” 

And he thinks he’s in the clear until your husband starts talking again. 

“Not just tonight though, darlin’. He thinks you look pretty every night.” 

Your eyes go from Frankie to Jack, and then back to Frank. 

“Oh…” 

“And I bet you, Frankie thinks he can treat you better than I do.” 

“Jack, shut up.” he finally pipes up, Frankie’s lips holding a tight, straight line. 

But he only smirks. “You wanna see how I treat her, Frank? See if you could keep up?” 

You’re in complete shock; Jack never talked to anyone this way. What the hell happened between the two of them before you came back? 

At this point, Frankie’s angry, but he doesn’t want you to see it. And he doesn’t want to give Jack the satisfaction of knowing he got the better of him. But he can’t help it. He’s staring daggers at your husband, and Jack is withholding Frankie’s anger quite gracefully. He’s unphased by it, truly. 

“Okay,” you only speak after a few moments of silence have gone by. “What is happening?” 

“Frankie likes you, sweetheart. Thinks you’re somethin’ special. He’s been watching you walk around in your little angel costume all night.” 

Now you’re blushing, too. 

“How would you feel about letting Frankie see more of you, sweet pea?”

Your head whips to the side, staring up at Jack in disbelief. 

“Baby, are you drunk?” you laugh anxiously, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“Not at all honey, maybe a little buzzed, but that’s all.”

“Then why are you saying all of this?” you ask, not necessarily offended, but incredibly curious. 

Jack shrugs, pulling you even closer to him. “You know I like to show you off.” And then, he looks over at Frankie, who’s still as tight-lipped as ever. “Especially when I see another man eyein’ you.”

Bashfully, you glance over at Jack’s old military companion. 

“C’mon sugar, you’re just so pretty…” he leans in, whispering to you, “Let daddy show you off to Frankie, hm? Show him what a beautiful thing I’ve got beside me…”

Slowly, the arm Jack had around your back retracts, his hand lowering to your ass. He cups one cheek gently, and it makes the place between your legs stir. When he leans back a bit, he kisses your cheek, still smirking fully. And then you look up at him, a soft grin pushing up on your cheeks. 

You’re unsure of this, incredibly so, but Jack’s praise always made you feel like you were high, like you were under some kind of magical spell. He made you feel so beautiful, so perfect, no matter where you were or what you did. Before him, you had confidence, sure, but that didn’t even touch the ego you have now. And that’s all because of him. And above all, you trust him. 

But in Frankie’s mind, he’s having a hard time understanding what the fuck is going on. Is this actually fucking happening?

Jack releases a contented sigh, gazing into your eyes with wholehearted adoration and love. 

“But I won’t let him touch you.” he coos, his pointer finger caressing the space beneath your chin. “Nobody touches you but me.”

You release a breath of amazement, of absolute awe. You’re captivated by him. And Jack smiles at this, his deep eyes scanning your heavenly face before turning to Frankie once again. 

“What do you say, Frank? You wanna see how I handle her?”

Oh Jesus fuck, it takes everything in you not to moan at those words. Jack could be so fucking dominant and possessive when it came to you, and you fawned over it every single time. And when Frankie releases a quick and heavy breath, you look over at him. And it’s clear that Jack’s riled him up. 

Is this a test? Frankie thinks to himself, is this going to ruin our friendship? Is Jack mad?

“Tell you what,” Jack intervenes once again. “You let us know by the end of the night if you’re interested in seein’ how my little girl reacts to me. If not, no worries. You’ll be the only one missin’ out.” Jack winks at his friend, taking another swig from his glass. 

“C’mon, babycakes.” he then says, giving your backside two pats. “Let’s go get another drink.” 

Frankie was left there with his mouth open like a fish, willing himself to say something, anything - to just make a goddamn move. But before he knows it, your conversation has ended, and the two of you are walking away from him. 

The hours pass agonizingly slow, at least for him. You and Jack couldn’t be having more fun with your guests. Every now and then shots are passed around, small crowds gathering in the living room to play cards while others eat and listen to music. There’s also a space in the corner of your large living room where your guests can take pictures in their costumes. There’s a black backdrop on the wall decorated in fake spider webs that cover orange and purple string lights. In front of the set up is a timed camera, which everyone is more than welcome to use to take as many pictures as they’d like. You and your friends take more than what you’d expect, the lot of you moving into multiple poses while you laugh. Honestly, it feels like you’re in college all over again. You’ll have to host the party next year, too, this has been too fun not to. 

While you’re busy dancing, and Jack’s busy socializing, Frankie’s still stuck in his head. He’s been invited to… what, exactly? Watch the two of you… be intimate together? While he… watches? Is that really the opportunity he’s been given? He doesn’t care about seeing Jack naked, he has many times before during their days in the military. Granted, they were both in better shape back then. Something Frankie would never admit to was that he was envious of Jack for more than one reason. Not only did he have you, but he seemed to keep himself in shape, too; better shape than Frankie had over the years. He chalks it up to their different lifestyles, which is true, but still, Frankie couldn’t help the feelings brewing inside of him. 

And then something pops into his head, this would be his chance to see you, all of you. He’d get to see you naked for the first time, and possibly the only time. Maybe he should take this chance. 

“You think you’d like that, honey?” Jack asks, briefly pulling you aside.

You smirk bashfully. “Maybe…”

“Yeah? You like the sound of daddy showin’ you off?”

Glancing down before looking back up, you nod. 

“You make me feel safe, baby.” 

“That’s my job, sweetheart.” he smiles, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger. But then his expression grows a little stern, a little dark. “And I won’t let him touch you; I won’t let anyone touch you.” 

“Okay, daddy.” you nod in response. It’s so easy for him to bring out the submissiveness within you. 

Across the room, Frankie can see the two of you talking. It’s not hard for him to realize what you’re talking about. With a deep breath, his eyes roaming your slightly covered figure, he finally makes his decision. It’s around eleven at night when he allows the weight of Jack’s offer to be lifted from his shoulders. He’s still nervous about it, but he’s confident with his choice. 

The more guests that leave, the more anxious you get. You’re both intrigued and timid; you trust Jack, and you trust Frankie. It’s just… you’ve never done anything like this before, and you never imagined you’d do something like this in your marriage. But it’s not exactly a threesome, you know Jack won’t let Frankie touch you. And while you are attracted to Frankie, you’re thankful Jack will protect you, make you feel comfortable and safe; he’ll make sure you have fun. 

While pondering the possibility of Jack’s offer, you can’t help but consider your husband’s cockiness. He takes such pride in your relationship, in you, he just can’t help himself sometimes. And tonight was one of those times. It made you chuckle, thinking back to his words. Now that you know how Frankie feels about you, it’s clear Jack did all of that to rile him up. You love Jack more than life itself, but there’s no denying that he could be quite the cocky bastard. 

“You ready to turn in, babycakes?” Jack asks with a grin, quickly giving your backside a grab. 

By now, it’s past midnight, and most of your guests are leaving. Whether or not Frankie chooses to watch, tonight was going to be a fun night for sure. The excitement certainly didn’t end when the party did. 

“Yeah,” you nod, your hips and lower belly already tingling with arousal. 

“You look so goddamn cute in this,” Jack mumbles to you, leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek. “My little angel.” 

You huff out a small laugh, playfully rolling your eyes even though his words make your cheeks warm. And since Frankie hasn’t come up to either of you, Jack moves his hand to your lower back, now guiding you down the hall to your bedroom door. He wanted to have you wait for him on your shared bed, ready for him to come and undress you. Something about that was so exciting; it really displayed his dominance. 

“I’ll be back, baby. Just gonna see everyone out.” he tells you, cupping your cheek to give you a kiss. And you moan into it, more than ready for this portion of your night to begin. 

“Okay, baby.” 

With your sweet goodbye and your mirroring grins, he shuts the door, turning to walk back into the open space of your kitchen and living room. And to his surprise, Frankie is the only guest left. Stopping at the end of the hall, crossing his arms smugly while leaning against the wall, he stares at his longtime friend. And if Frankie wasn’t already nervous, he sure as hell is now under your husband’s gaze. Timidly, Frankie stuffs his hands into his pockets, briefly glancing down at the floor as he approaches the party’s host. 

“I thought about your offer.” he says, clearing his throat as he looks up to address his friend. “She… she’s comfortable with it, too?” 

“Yeah Frank, ‘course she is. I wouldn’t ever have her do something that made her uncomfortable.” Jack shrugs, reassuring him. “That’s my girl.” 

Even in your absence, Jack’s love for you never ceases to shine through. You’re the most important thing in his life, the best thing in his life. And to top it all off, you’re his, promised to him forever. 

“Okay,” he nods, his voice still quiet, shy. “Then… yeah. I’ll do it.” 

“Yeah?” Jack responds, an eyebrow raised and his grin grows even wider on his face. He knew Frankie was crazy about you. 

“Yeah.” Frankie replies, more confidently this time. “Where uh… where is she?”

Jack jerks his head to the side, the look on his face cockier than ever. “In our bedroom, waitin’ for me.” 

For some reason, the image of you waiting patiently for Jack while laid out on your bed makes him hot. And he’s about to see that first hand. 

Following Jack down the hall, he stops at the very end, hand reaching out to grab the doorknob of the room to his right. Opening it slowly, Frankie is met with the perfectly clean and organized sight of your bedroom. It’s a dark and modern style, your bed centered against the right wall toward the back of the room. And when both men walk inside, you sit up on your bed. You’d been laying back on your pillows, playing with the sentimental gift Jack placed on your finger. 

“Frankie…”

“We got a visitor, honey.” Jack says lowly, turning to shut the bedroom door. 

You gulp, smiling bashfully. Immediately, your cheeks burn with anxious anticipation. Leaning back on your palms, you cross your legs, tilting your head to the side flirtatiously as Jack approaches you. He leans down, his presence easing you onto your back as he places his own palms on either side of you atop the bed. 

“You still okay with this, darlin’?” he asks you quietly, nudging his nose lightly with yours. 

Reaching up, you cup his cheek, gently stroking his barely-there stubble. You look into those deep, dark eyes, full of love and desire, and you nod. “Yes, daddy.” But it’s so quiet, Frankie doesn’t hear it. Not yet. 

“Hm…” it’s more of a growl than a groan, Jack’s smile unwavering on his lips. 

Looking over his shoulder, he nods toward his friend. “Make yourself comfortable, Frank. We’ll do the same.”

He ends his sentence with a quick wink, immediately returning his attention to you. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and you’re already breathless beneath him. And it doesn’t help when he starts to kiss you. 

On the other side of the room, Frankie’s fists open and close, his palms a little sweaty as he starts to turn into a nervous wreck. He can do this, though, he wants to do this. He’s just… he’s never done anything close to this, not in his entire life. 

When Jack moves down to your neck, your fingers carding through his beautiful, mocha-toned hair, you look over at Frankie, noticing that he’s still standing near the door to your room.

“Frankie,” you say softly, letting out a small gasp when Jack’s hips start rolling into you. “It’s okay. We trust you.” 

Your words are genuine and so is your reassuring nod, your kind smile and entire demeanor helping him to relax. Looking up, he sees a couple of chairs in the corner of your room with a coffee table between them. He takes a breath, clears his throat quietly, and walks over to them. And once you see Frankie relax a bit, you return your attention to Jack. 

“Baby,” Jack moans, completely enthralled by you. His hands reach down, shoving themselves between the bed and your body to grab your ass. “You looked so pretty tonight.” 

“Yeah, baby? You liked seeing me all dressed up as an angel?” you coo to him, feeling his teeth drag across your skin. 

“Fuck yeah I did,” he growls against you, licking the marks he’s currently making. “Your little body wrapped up in this dress… take it off for me, baby. Wanna see what’s underneath.”

And Frankie does, too. When he hears Jack say this, he sits up a little higher, obviously interested in what you’re about to do. He watches you sit up, Jack leaning back a bit as he slides your angel wings off of your body. Placing them beside you, he then removes your headband, giving you sweet kisses all over your face that make you giggle. Your love is genuine, sweet. 

Jack’s hands then fall to the end of your pearlescent gown, watching as you wiggle your hips up a bit so he can lift it off. And once it’s gone, all you’re left in is your white thong. You chose not to wear a bra tonight, and both men are thankful for that. It’s the reason they got to eye the side of your tits throughout the night. 

“Fuck me…” Jack groans, hands rising to paw at your chest. 

He pushes them together, Frankie’s jaw dropping when he watches Jack’s thumbs rub over your nipples. 

“Mm…” he moans almost silently from the corner of your room. 

Leaning in, Jack brushes his lips over your hardened peaks, smiling before taking one in his mouth. Your beautiful body arches up into his touch, the fingers that were once petting at his hair now tightening their grip. And Jack gropes you fervently, moaning while he sucks on your nipple before switching to the other. He laps at them, makes them wet and shiny before breathing out a heavy sigh. 

“Jesus sweetheart, look at you… look at your scrumptious little body.” he squeezes you so hard it makes you whine, and when you do, he loosens his hold. 

And Frankie sighs. Jack was right, they do look soft. Fuck, he wishes he could touch them, grab them and lick them like Jack does. He’d make it so good for you, swirl his tongue around your nipples, nibble on your sensitive flesh…

Rising to your face, Jack’s expression grows a little stern, focused. And under his breath, he says, “Baby… daddy wants to eat your pussy.”

“Mm,” you whimper, hands sliding down to hold his handsome face. And Frankie’s so focused on you that he barely hears Jack utter that special word. 

“Will you let me do that, baby?” he asks so sweetly, his voice low yet soft. His eyes dip down to your mouth, your lips parted ever so slightly. And lowering himself just by an inch, he opens his own mouth, his tongue running softly across your lower lip.

By now, you’ve completely forgotten that Frankie is even in the room, and you’re almost entirely naked in front of him. And in his chair, he has what he considers to be the perfect view. He can see some of your face, your bare tits, can hear your sweet moans and witness every movement of your mesmerizing body. He’s already hard and throbbing, his erection fully rising when he saw your naked chest. 

“Yes, daddy.”

Did she just… no. She must’ve said something else. 

Jack grins, thumb pulling lightly on your bottom lip before he begins kissing his way down to your sex. His wonderfully full lips trail down your body, licking the valley of your cleavage, kissing your stomach and ribs, nibbling on the skin of your hips. When he’s low enough, he steps back off the bed, his hands and mouth not once leaving your skin. His hands then find your ankles, gripping them tight as he pulls you to the end of the bed. 

“Oh!” comes your startled yelp, a lungful of air inhaled shortly after.

Your surprised vocalization makes your lover grin, kissing your inner thighs as you spread your legs for him. Jack’s eyes are closed while he worships you, and Frankie leans forward when he sees him start to pull your panties down. Resting back on your forearms, you can see everything he’s doing, his thick fingers dragging away the last garment that dared to hide your body from him. 

“Jesus…” he murmurs, dropping your panties on the ground beside him. He then leans in, warm palms sliding up your thighs as you situate yourself on the edge of the bed for him. “Baby, your pussy looks so cute when it’s all smooth and shaven…” 

This makes Frankie bite down into his lower lip, desperately trying to paint the picture of your wet, hairless sex. But then, to both yours and Frankie’s surprise, Jack looks up. 

“Frank,” 

“W-What?” Frankie stutters in response, eyes darting from your naked pussy to the owner of it. 

Jack’s lips form a half-grin as he jerks his head to the side, his fingers digging into your thighs. “Come take a look.”

When he says this, you whimper, making his head turn right back around to look at you. 

“What, baby? You don’t want him to see?” 

Face a neck running hot and heart beating out of your chest, you whisper shyly in return. “I do…” 

And it’s the truth; this situation is exciting you to no fucking end. 

But Jack raises an eyebrow when you say this, his voice now dropping an octave or two. “Now…” he begins, tilting his head slightly at you. “I thought I taught you how to use your words.”

His sentence makes you swallow nervously, your eyes turning soft and puppy-like. You want to please him. So, taking a breath, you give into him. 

“I… I want Frankie to see my pussy.” 

“Oh, fuck.” Frankie curses when you say it, unable to believe those words just left your mouth. 

Quietly, Jack murmurs a soft good girl while kissing your thigh before addressing the other man in the room. 

“You heard her.” Jack says smugly, looking back over at his friend. “Come see.”

He’s almost unwilling to believe that this is happening. He never would’ve thought either of you would let him do this. And it was a sober decision, one that was considered for multiple hours. You want this, all of you do. 

Hesitantly, Frankie stands, unsure if he should be too proud in showing off his erection. But he shouldn’t care, both of you know how turned on he is. 

“Oh…”

“Ain’t she a pretty thing?” Jack sighs, Frankie now kneeling beside him. 

You can’t help but gasp, desperately trying to control your breaths. This is all so new and erotic to you, showing yourself to another man while being with Jack. And you can’t believe he’s this proud, going to such an incredible length to show one of his closest friends how gorgeous you really are. 

You’re everything Frankie dreamed you would be; your body is perfect to him. His eyes roam your figure briefly before returning to the space between your spread legs, and he moans when he sees you fluttering. Ever so slightly, a small ounce of clear liquid drips from your lips, Jack’s pointer finger swooping in quickly to scoop it up. But he doesn’t take it into his mouth, he returns it to your entrance, slowly pushing his finger in. 

“Baby…” you whine shakily, head falling back on the bed. 

“Yeah…” Jack sighs, content when his finger is entirely inside you. “So good for me, honey.” 

When your husband retracts his finger from your sex, he returns it to your warm walls at an incredibly languid pace. He does this repeatedly, the slow movement of his thick digit stoking the flame of your arousal. 

Frankie wonders what you feel like; he’d do anything to have any part of him inside you. But before he can continue on with his dirty thoughts, your girlish wail pulls him right back to the present. 

“Daddy,” you moan passionately, hips jerking when his finger curls. It makes him smile, watching you react to him. Your excitement has risen so high that you’re clutching the bedsheets in both hands, back curving slightly as he pumps his finger into you. 

Daddy? She just fucking called Jack daddy?

“Jesus Christ…” Frankie huffs out. So he was right. Turning to Jack, he asks incredulously, “Does she always call you that?”

Leaning in, Jack kisses your inner thigh, those dark, predatory eyes flickering up to the other man’s.

“Always.”

“Fuck me…”

“Oh baby,” Jack then moans, his voice deep and rich. “You hear that? You hear how creamy you are for me?” His voice is sweet, passionate. 

“Yes, daddy.” you whine, nodding your head with your eyes fluttering shut. “Yes…”

“You want daddy’s tongue?” 

“Yes! Yes daddy, please, yes.”

“Sh…” he coos to you. “You don’t have to beg for me, sweetheart. I’ll give it to you.” 

Strangely, Frankie’s emotions confuse him. Because… Jack’s words are turning him on, too. He’s loving your dialogue, hearing how descriptive and amorous the two of you are with one another. 

Frankie never knew you had a daddy kink, why would he? But he finds it incredibly fucking hot. He’d melt into a puddle if you called him daddy. An incredible pulse rocked through him when heard you call Jack that the first time, and that throbbing sensation doesn’t go away. It only heightens every time you say it. 

By now, Jack’s added a second finger, and you’re all but crying out for him, your hips moving with his pace. Frankie groans again, his breathing now heavy and deep. Both men are concentrated on your delicate center, watching more of your liquid coat your husband’s hand. 

Your feet are resting on Jack’s shoulders, giving both of them the perfect view to see you. And amidst it all, Frankie gets caught up in his inner feelings. Leaning forward, Frankie allows himself to see more of you, now throbbing painfully in his pants. And without even really realizing he’s doing it, he turns his head, moving to kiss your calf. 

Jack notices, and reaches up to the back of your knee. Angrily, he shoves your leg down, instantly moving it away from Frankie’s face. His stare is intimidating, his voice stern and deep. 

“Don’t touch her, Francisco.” 

And fuck, Frankie nearly whines. His forehead crinkles innocently, those puppy dog eyes moving away from Jack’s gaze as they return to you. 

Inside, you’re buzzing. Jack’s words, his dominant and possessive nature, they make you moan for him. A shiver runs up through your legs when you hear what he says next, too. 

“You can watch,” Jack mumbles, biting into your sweet flesh. “But you don’t get to touch.” 

“Daddy, please.” Reaching out for him, you beg, beg for him to fulfill his promise.

“That’s right…” he drawls teasingly. “I said I would give you my tongue, didn’t I?” 

“Yes,” you whine in response, feeling frustrated with your arousal burning hot. 

“You’re right, baby…” he coos, his lips leaving your thigh so he can lean into you. “Daddy’ll keep his promise.” 

That’s the last thing he says before his tongue lays out over your clit, making your entire body jolt. The pressure is just right, the skilled muscle feeling hot and wet as it rubs against you. He circles your sensitive pearl with the tip of it, his fingers continuing to bring you bliss. And you roll your hips against him, urging him to bring his face even closer to your sex. As always, Jack complies, shoving his mouth over your clit and sucking it inside. 

“Fuck…” your fingers dig into his hair, nails scraping across his scalp as you pull on the thick strands. 

He suckles on you like this, eyes closed as he hums in contentment. And Frankie watches with intent, picturing him in Jack’s position the entire time. This is perfect, fucking crazy, but perfect. It’s like he’s finally watching the porn he’s been dreaming about since the day he met you. He’s watching your naked body writhe beneath him, watching your pretty mouth open as you moan and whine, watching your wet cunt be fucked full on what he imagines to be his fingers, all while listening to the squishy-sweet sounds of your sex as it repeatedly sucks his digits inside. 

“Ugh,” Jack groans, removing his fingers from you entirely. “Spread it open for me baby,” he demands breathlessly. “Let daddy lick inside.” 

Reluctantly, you untangle your fingers from his hair. You feel that same heat of shame crawl up your neck again, now touching yourself in front of someone you and your husband consider to be a friend. 

“Spread it open for me, sweet pea,” Jack says again, his voice displaying his fully mesmerized state. “Let daddy lick inside…”

You do as you’re told, hands sliding down until they land on your fluttering center. Gently, you spread your lips for him, sighing out as you do so and shivering at the sensation of your own touch.

“Yeah…” Jack licks his lips, unable to tear his eyes away from you. “It’s so wet for me.” 

Both Jack and Frankie can see you glistening, clearly turned on by the brazenness of it all. Who would’ve guessed?

The wet slide of your husband’s tongue is lewd as he laps at you, diving directly inside your warm cunt. It makes you moan, makes Frankie moan, and Jack’s body is exploding with pride. He knows how aroused Frankie is, and he loved calling him out on his shit. Too bad the woman Frankie wants more than anything in the world belongs to him. 

“Oh my g-od,” you cry out desperately, your shrill voice music to their ears. 

Your jaw is dropped, the sensation of Jack’s fervent tongue sliding along your delicate skin making your hands shake with bliss. And he doesn’t even have to ask, he knows you won’t last long with him eating you out like this. He knew how to bring you your high, knew all the right buttons to press, all the right moves to do. And why not show that knowledge off while Frankie gets to watch? 

“D-Daddy, I’m… yes…” 

Frankie’s eyes shoot up when you say this. Goddamn, is she going to cum already? 

Your shrill whine answers his question, those warm brown eyes staring at you in awe. Jack groans against you, sliding his dominant hand around to your lower stomach so he can hold you down. He presses himself further into you, rubbing his nose over your clit and feeling your hips buck up against his face while your slick washes over his tongue. 

“Oh my god,” Frankie groans, licking his lower lip as his voice grows a bit hoarse. Subconsciously, he reaches down to palm himself, squeezing his erection through his pants. 

It explodes from within you, the flame that was burning bright in your belly now rising to its full height. Your entire body feels light, euphoria and adrenaline flowing through your veins to create something entirely otherworldly, something truly ethereal. 

“Baby,” Jack mumbles against you, still rubbing his lips and tongue over your core. “Taste so fuckin’ good. You know that, don’t you?”

“Mhm,” you nod, chest heaving as you do your best to catch your breath. “Yes daddy.” your answer is genuine; Jack always looked at you like you hung the moon, like you’re the only thing that matters in life. And he made you feel like it, too.

With that, Jack lifts himself, crawling over your smaller body. “You’re so good for me.” 

It wasn’t just a line with Jack, he truly meant it. The way you tasted made his head spin; it excited him beyond reason to have your thighs around his head, to lave his tongue and mouth over your most intimate space. 

Jack grabs your face, yanking your chin down as he slides his tongue directly into your mouth. Your muffled moan makes Frankie’s eyes roll back, a rough sigh coming from his chest. And through it all, Frankie realizes that you’re entirely naked while Jack is still dressed, while he’s still dressed, too. And honestly, that’s so fucking hot to him, to have you be the very center of attention in this room. 

By now, Frankie’s actions are shameless. He hasn’t pulled himself out but he’s rubbing his palm over his pants. He grips himself in hand, squeezing his shaft while he moans. And while Jack continues kissing you, Frankie looks down, just barely able to see your slippery lips. He thinks back to what Jack said; Jesus, he’d give anything to taste you. 

Jack turns his head when he hears Frankie whine. He’s really gettin’ into this. After pondering his next thought, Jack moves off of the bed. 

“Baby?” you ask, pouting slightly as you lean up to look at him. You loved to taste yourself on his tongue. 

He sighs, hands falling to his belt as he begins to undress. And when you realize what he’s doing, you release an excited sigh. But while you’re staring at Jack, Frankie’s staring at you. You’re still dripping, your sex even more wet now that Jack’s spit is all over it. 

“Honey,” Jack says, gently shaking his head. He then licks his lips, lifting his dominant hand and swiping his thumb across his chin to gather your slick. Your lips part in awe as he keeps your gaze, popping his thumb into his mouth. “You taste so sweet…” 

“Daddy…” your sigh is released from your chest, the movement dramatic and airy. 

And then he grunts softly, hands returning to his belt along with his gaze. “Give Frankie a taste, will you, sweetheart?”

At this, your jaw fully drops, a look of shock washing over your face. Is he about to let Frankie eat me out?

Frankie’s head whips around upon hearing Jack’s words, just as surprised as you. Jack slips off his dark red jacket, now moving to unbutton his dress shirt while his pants remain open. And when he doesn’t hear either of you move, he looks up.

He grins. “Just like daddy did, sweetheart, just a second ago.” 

Looking directly into your eyes, Jack slips off his dress shirt, now shirtless in only his pants. He moves toward you, cupping your face with both hands when he’s close enough to. 

“I want you to put a finger in your pretty little pussy, and when you take it out, I want you to offer it to Frankie.” 

Your head doesn't move in his hold, but your eyes do. They flicker over to Frankie, who’s looking at you with incredible desperation. He has a hand on his crotch, and this is the first time you’re seeing him touch himself. It makes your body run hot. 

Jack turns your face with one hand, putting his cheek right against yours as the two of you look at your friend. 

“See him, baby? Can’t you see how desperate he is for you? I told you, he wants you, baby doll.” and then he turns his head, pressing his nose and lips against your skin as his voice lowers once again. “Give him a taste of your sweet little pussy, and let him know that’s the most of you he’ll ever get.” 

A small gasp slips out, having looked into Frankie’s eyes the entire time your husband spoke to you. Your chest inhales a deep, shaky breath. And Frankie’s does, too. 

“Okay, daddy.” you finally nod, licking your lower lip. 

“That’s a good girl, baby.” he smiles against you, giving your cheek a sloppy kiss before he steps back. 

This time, Jack watches, slipping his belt out of its loops when you move a hand down to your core. Eagerly, Frankie shuffles closer. He’s blinded by you, by his want for you, blinded by the sensations you bring his body without even laying a fucking finger on him. 

“Oh…” Frankie whimpers, eyes dropping to where your finger is. 

Shamelessly, he palms himself, watching intently as you slide a single digit inside. And you whine when you do it, quietly, just barely. But they notice, of course they notice. 

“Frankie?” it’s said timidly, just as you’re pulling your finger out of your sex. And Frankie can see how wet it is, can see it glistening with the arousal Jack pulled from your core. 

“Oh, fuck me…” he doesn’t even care anymore, he feels high, the entire situation making his body buzz with arousal and anticipation. 

“Yeah, baby.” Jack praises, now only in his boxers. “You’re bein’ so nice to him.” 

“Mm…” you moan, both from Jack’s words and the eager motion of Frankie shuffling closer to you. 

Nibbling on your lower lip, you offer it to him, tilting your head slightly. And before he takes it, he sighs roughly, shaking his head before looking into your eyes. “Thank you.” 

“Oh,” his gratefulness makes you sigh; he’s such a sweetie. 

Right after that last word, Frankie’s mouth envelopes your finger. Immediately, his eyes close, his throat releasing an almost painful groan. His muscles shake slightly, tongue swirling around your small finger. 

“What d’you think, Frank?” Jack asks, that smug expression written all over his face. “Did I lie?”

“Mm-mm,” Frankie shakes his head, not bothering to open his eyes or remove himself from your finger to respond. 

“He loves it, baby…” you whisper in awe, moving your finger further into his mouth while he whines. Frankie hasn’t stopped touching himself either, gripping his leaking erection while he sucks your cum off of your finger. 

“I told you he would, sugar.”

Walking back to join you in bed, Jack grabs your wrist, easily pulling your hand away from Frankie. And when he does, the man on his knees looks up at your husband, heaving out desperate breaths. “You enjoy yourself?” Jack asks, almost angrily. 

“Fuck yes.” Frankie breathes out, staring up at your beloved. And to you, seeing Jack like this is beyond sexy; he looks so strong and controlling. 

“I’m glad,” Jack responds, turning his head to kiss your palm, “Because that’s all you’ll ever get.”

And if that’s true, Frankie’s thankful he savored you. Jack was right, you are sweet; fuck, he can’t beleive he got to taste your pussy, taste your cum. He also can’t believe he didn’t wreck his pants when he did it. 

“Oh,” he moans quietly, watching you move onto all fours. 

“You know what’s comin’, don’t you, baby doll?” Jack grins proudly at you. 

You nod eagerly, smiling from ear to ear. Reluctantly, Frankie moves back, watching as Jack fully undresses. And now that you’re both naked, he feels comfortable pulling himself out. Quickly, he returns to his seat, unzipping his pants to release his erection from the tight confines of his uniform.

Frankie had reason to be jealous of Jack’s body, he was more fit than him. Again, different lifestyles, but fuck, did it get to him. Not only was Jack’s arms more muscular than his, his stomach was more toned, too, an area Frankie was particularly insecure about. How does he still look so fucking good at this age? What really gets him is Jack’s cock. Jesus Christ, Frankie rolls his eyes. I guess that fucker has reason to be cocky. 

Eventually, Frankie’s focus returns to you. With you on your hands and knees like this, he’s in the perfect position to see your entire ass and pussy. And fuck, did Frankie love your ass. It’s so perfect, so round and it looks so soft. Maybe he’ll get a peak at your little hole, too. 

“You gonna be good for daddy?” Jack asks, grabbing onto his base. 

“Mhm, yes.” your answer is expected, but it still makes him happy. 

“What do you want, sugar?” Jack then inquires, stroking himself mere inches from your lips. 

“I want to make you happy, daddy.”

Jack looks amazing like this, standing before you in his full form, his entire body on display for you. Even though you saw him like this nearly every day, it was always such a treat. 

“Awe,” he coos happily, reaching down to grab your chin. Gently, he tilts your head up to look at him - you’d been admiring his stomach and chest. 

“Daddy’s happy when he fucks your pretty face.”

Oh my god, Frankie’s eyes roll back. How is Jack’s dirty talk so fucking good?

“Mm…” comes your muffled moan, already allowing in Jack’s tip.

Frankie’s glad he finally freed himself; he’s leaking so much he doesn’t need anything for lube. His tip is crimson and throbbing, aching, and all for you. 

“Yeah…” Jack sighs, one hand on the back of your head as he watches you take him. And as you do, you bend down, arching your back. You do this so Jack can see your body better, not even considering the fact that you’re doing the same thing for Frankie. 

“Jesus, honey.” huffing out a quick breath, Jack’s head snaps back down, both of the men moaning as they hear you choke. “Fuck.”

He tries to go slow, running his fist up and down and just barely teasing his tip. He doesn’t know how long this will last, but he wants to, he wants to last long enough to see this entire act. 

“Baby, baby,” Jack pants above you, watching your sweet, innocent eyes look up at him while you hold his cock in your mouth. “C’mere angel, let daddy give you some spit.” 

Immediately, you lean up, your insides tingling. 

Wait, what? What is he doing? Frankie’s eyes narrow, trying to see what’s happening. He also wonders, does he call her that all the time? Or just because it was her costume tonight? 

Now on your knees, Jack holds your face in both of his hands. He hums happily, lowly, thumbs swiping gently across your cheeks. 

“Are you my sweet girl?” he whispers quietly, looking deeply into your eyes. “My sweet girl who does whatever I say? Whatever I please?”

“Oh, yes daddy. Yes I am.” 

Hearing Jack speak to you like this never ceased to set your body alight. You already came once, but you’re ready to do so all over again. 

“You’re so good, babycakes…” he smirks, staring down at your perfect lips now. “Open your mouth for me.”

Instantly, you comply, watching as your lover leans down to spit into your mouth. It’s a soft, slow drip, Jack’s plush lips pursing just above your open mouth. 

Frankie’s jaw drops in disbelief as he groans. Holy fuck, does she always do this for him? 

And while keeping your mouth open for him, you moan wantonly, forcing another surge of precum to drip from Frankie’s tip. Upon hearing your moan, Jack’s erection throbs, his brows folding up in the center as he releases a soft moan. 

Keeping it on your tongue, you lower yourself back down, swirling the wet muscle around his tip before you engulf him fully again. Lazily, Jack’s hips rock forward, pushing himself in and out of your mouth. Both of his hands rest on your head, petting your hair lovingly. He then closes his eyes, head falling back as you moan around him. 

Jesus, Frankie can only imagine what it’d be like to be Jack right now. He thinks about how velvety warm your mouth is, how amazing it feels to have you moan around him, to shove his cock into your throat and feel it suck him further down.

“Fuck,”

Jack chuckles; he’ll never let up with this. And after tonight, he’ll never let Frankie live this down. 

“Fuck Frank, she’s so good at it,” he drops his head again, watching your mouth move over him. She takes it so deep, too…”

Jack’s praise serves two meanings, to express his gratitude for you, and to stir the jealousy roaring fiercely inside Frankie’s belly. 

“I bet she does…” Frankie gets a little bold, tugging at himself much harder now. “Lucky fucking bastard.”

Another chuckle huffs out from Jack’s chest. But he keeps his eyes on you. “You’re tellin’ me…”

He takes this opportunity to tighten his grip on your head, forcing his cock down your throat. It makes you gasp and choke, sputtering slightly from the sudden intrusion. But you collect yourself quickly, relaxing your muscles so Jack can fuck himself down your throat. With every shove, he rocks you backward, the fat of your ass jiggling right in front of Frankie’s face. His scrotum draws tight to his body, and he has to slow down to stop himself from reaching his high. 

Fuck, fuck.

“Jesus baby, you take daddy so well, yeah…” Jack grunts with every thrust, eyes glued to your naked form below him. “Daddy wants it in your throat, honey, he wants to cum down your throat.”

Oh, so that’ll be it? Frankie assumed Jack would do more. Maybe his stamina isn’t so good nowadays. Maybe that’s something Frankie has on him.

“Just like that, yeah… keep it goin’ sweetheart.”

Jack can feel you hollow your cheeks, can feel your tongue moving beneath him. And you can taste every drop of precum that lands on your tongue. Your nose occasionally bumps the curly hair at his base, taking every inch of him down your throat when he thrusts into you. 

“Fuck…” he looks further back, watching your ass bounce as he fucks your mouth. Keeping one hand on the back of your head, still shoving his hips against you, he leans forward. And you already know what’s coming.

“Mm!” comes your muffled shriek, feeling him smack your ass. 

“Jesus Christ babycakes, how do you do this to me?” he’s breathless, gripping the flesh of your backside in his strong, broad hand. “You’re amazing…” 

Frankie throws his head back in the chair, baring his teeth briefly. Sweat lines his brow, frustration filling his bones. Lowering his fist, he squeezes his base, staving off the impending orgasm that just won’t fucking go away.

“Oh baby, daddy’s gonna cum.” Jack chokes out, brows folding up in the center.

Huh, that was quick, Frankie thinks smugly. But Jack keeps going. 

“And then he’s gonna fuck your pretty pussy, he’s gonna bury himself deep inside…”

The moan you emit around his length sends him over the edge, fucking leaping off the goddamn cliff as his orgasm hits. His groan is erotic, passionate, his body curling over you slightly as his hand returns to your head. Both hold you still while his hips jut against your face, the pulsation of his cock on your tongue making your center tingle. 

“Ugh, f-fuck!” Jack exasperates, lips parting as he forces out a breath. 

It shivers through him, shooting through his limbs. And it feels so good that he laughs, he fucking laughs above you. He empties himself down your throat, feeling your soft swallows and smiling fondly. It’s thick and smooth, the muskiness of it washing your mouth in his scent and taste. His muscles twitch slightly as he pulls out of your mouth, looking down and cupping your jaw once he does. 

“Let me see,” he whispers to you, watching you rise to your knees. “Did you do your job, baby?”

“Mhm,” you nod, opening your mouth. 

Jack smiles brightly when he sees you’ve swallowed his seed, his dimple showing as he expresses his delight. You were good, just how he’s taught you to be. 

“That’s such a good girl, baby doll. You did such a good job for me.” and you absolutely keen, falling into Jack’s arms when he pulls you into him. 

She likes to be praised, huh? She always did seem like a good girl…

“Daddy wants you on top of him, sweetheart. Show Frankie how you ride your daddy.” 

“Really?” you ask, looking up at him with excitement in your eyes. 

“You know how much I like it,” he grins, giving you a soft kiss. “Ride me, baby. Wanna show you off.” 

Even though he’s already done that and more tonight, you smile, moving backward and allowing him to climb onto the bed. When Jack lays down, he’s already half-hard again, and this does nothing for Frankie’s exploding envy. He watches you move over him, kissing up his stomach, nipping at the taut skin of his chest. 

“Angel, turn around for me.” 

You pout. “You don’t want to see me?”

“Course I do, baby. But I want you to see Frankie. Just look at how desperate he is for you, honey.”

Looking over your shoulder, you make eye contact with your husband’s longtime friend. Bashfully, he looks away, pinching his eyes shut when he swipes his thumb over his tip. 

“Daddy…”you whisper in awe. 

Frankie’s thick, almost as thick as your husband. He’s uncut too, a trait different from that of Jack’s. 

“Show him, honey,” he purrs, hands caressing your hips. “Show him how those pretty tits bounce when you’re on top of me.” 

This makes you bite down on your lower lip, now moving to complete your love’s request. Turning, you situate yourself above his pelvis, now facing Frankie. 

“You’re so pretty…” it comes out before he can stop it; he can’t help but fawn over you.

This makes your cheeks tingle, your skin becoming warm once again. “Thank you, Frankie.” 

Jack hums behind you, smoothing his hands over the crease of your thighs. He squeezes your ass from behind, his head resting on two pillows so he can watch you, too. 

“Sink down on me, honey, sink down on daddy…” 

On his gentle command, you do, reaching down to grab his length and lift him upwards toward you. Both men watch with intense focus as you lift your hips, mouth dropping when Jack’s head slips into your entrance. 

“Mm,” he groans, fingers squeezing your hips. “Yeah…” 

“Oh fuck,” Frankie moans, eyes wide and almost submissive. And you smile; you’ve never seen him be such a puppy. 

“Oh…” it comes out gentle, feminine, the sound soft and sweet as it floats from your mouth.

Jack’s hands aid in your descent, his eyes glued to where the two of you meet. Inch by pleasurable inch, he enters you, dragging along your walls until you’re fully seated on his lap. 

“Yes, baby,” Jack praises, gritting his teeth. “Yes…” 

Eyes fluttering open, you’re now able to see Frankie fully. He’s shoved his pants down to his ankles, his cock pulled out of his boxers and leaking all over his hand. Now that he has your attention, he feels the overwhelming desire to show himself off, shamelessly pulling back his foreskin to reveal his nearly purple tip. He swipes his thumb over the top of it, a string of precum made visible when he pulls the thick digit away. 

“Oh…” 

“You lookin’ at Frankie, baby?” Jack asks from behind, feeling you lean forward to place your hands on his thighs. 

“Yes.” you answer quietly, submissively. 

“Yeah? You like what you see?” 

Swallowing, you answer truthfully. “Yes…”

Jack’s voice then becomes dark. “You think he could fill you up better than me?”

And when he asks this, Frankie’s heart nearly stops. You were truthful with your last answer, will you be truthful now? And you are; you aren’t ever willing to lie to the man you love. 

“No,” this time, your response is quicker than your last, and you sound sure of the word. Softly, you shake your head, your eyes trailing over Frankie’s figure. “No one ever feels as good as you, daddy.” 

“Oh god,” Jack grits out, grinding up into you and reveling in your tiny whine. “You’re my girl baby, my good fucking girl.”

“Yes, daddy.” you nod, eyes rolling back slightly before they close altogether, your hips moving shortly thereafter. 

Frankie likes to think you lied to save Jack’s ego, but on the inside, he knows you didn’t. You love Jack, that much is true, and that’s part of why he feels so good to you. The bond the two of you have is incomparable to any relationship Frankie has ever seen. 

Regardless of your answer, Frankie doesn’t let up, his strokes becoming faster as he watches you ride his longtime friend. Frankie’s never had voyeuristic tendencies, so this is all very new to him. Honestly, he didn’t ever consider this, didn’t ever think he’d like something like this. But with you? Jesus, if he had turned this down, he wouldn't have known what to do. How could he ever say no to you? 

Your movements become more forceful as you continue, throwing your head back and thrusting your chest out. Your breasts bounce and sway with every movement, Frankie now gawking openly at them. He rests back in the chair, gripping the armrest with his free hand while his breathing becomes unsteady. 

“Yeah, honey.” Jack continues on, unable to keep himself from talking. And you love it, dear fucking god do you love to hear him speak. “Go on, fuck yourself open on me.” 

“Fuck,” it’s utterred quietly, breathlessly, leaning on his thighs for balance as you move your hips over him. 

“You sexy little thing, ridin’ me like this. Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. Always so tight around me.”

Jesus, I fucking knew it. I knew she’d be tight. 

“See how well she takes it, Frank?” Jack asks with a huff of a laugh. “She’s always like this, so sweet and eager with me. My perfect little girl…”

“Jesus Christ,” Frankie spits into his hand, and when you hear him do so, you open your eyes. And when he sees he’s caught your attention, he does it again. 

“Oh,” you sigh gracefully, watching Frankie’s cock pulse when he returns his fist to his hand. 

You always considered Frankie to be attractive, but seeing him like this has definitely brought that emotion to new heights. You’d never be disloyal to Jack, you’d never even dream of it. All you’re acknowledging is… Frankie can be fucking hot. 

“Oh honey,” he breathes out, spreading your ass as you continue to move. “I can see your little hole, it’s flutterin’, baby doll.”

Your neck and chest burn bright at his comment, licking your lower lip as you grin. He could be so dirty sometimes. And of course he’d choose now to show that side of him. So, you decide to reciprocate. 

“You wanna play with it, daddy?”

“Oh my fucking god,” Frankie can’t beleive you just said that; you like anal too?

Frankie has always had an anal kink, he loved to lick it, finger it, fuck it. But honestly at this point, it wasn’t just a kink, it was a full-blown fetish. And to see you in such a position is a fucking dream come true for him. 

“Babycakes,” Jack gasps out, feeling you increase your pace. “You know I do…” Jack’s voice gets low, trailing off as he focuses on you. 

Without taking his eyes off of your perfect form, Jack pops his thumb into his mouth, his hand reaching for your backside when he’s content with how wet he’s made it. For some reason, your eyes fall to Frakie’s as Jack sticks his thumb in, your jaw dropping open and eyes going soft as you moan. 

“Fuck, did you put it in her?” Frankie asks, and he can’t fucking help it. He had to ask. 

“Yeah I did.” Jack responds cockily, that signature smug grin curling on his lips. He huffs out a breath, shaking his head. “How’s that feel, baby?” 

“So,” you gasp, swallowing thickly while wiggling back against him. “So good.” 

“Fuck me…” your eyes are still on Frankie’s when he says this, Jack moaning while you squeeze him tight, both his cock and thumb. 

It burns pleasurably, his thumb swirling in your backside, your eyes rolling back at the sensation. The act makes it harder to ride him; you feel like you’re going dumb. 

“Daddy, daddy,” you whine pathetically, throwing your head back and digging your nails into the muscles in his legs. 

“Oh… daddy, daddy.” he sighs, sounding cocky though his mocking words come out soft. “What is it, sugar? I’m right here.” 

The way Jack treats you makes you feel light-headed, like you’re the most precious thing on the entire earth to him. And you are, and he’s glad you know it.

“It’s… s-so much…” 

Frankie looks mesmerized, nearly drooling as he watches you fuck yourself open on Jack’s cock. Lord, does he wish it was him, he wishes he could feel your ass bounce down on his pelvis, see your pretty ass jiggle, spread your cheeks to watch your dirty little hole clench and squeeze. You never imagined Frankie to be so attracted to you, but knowing he’s this enamored by your personality and physique makes your confidence bloom. 

The wet sounds of Frankie masturbating in the corner of your room make you moan, watching his slick length drool over his hand. You feel so distracted, not just by Frankie but of course by Jack, by the way he’s making you feel. Your pace falters, but he picks it up with ease. His free hand falls to your outer hip, slamming you down onto his lap when he begins thrusting up. And you cry out for him, whining when you feel his thumb move back and forth in your tightest hole. 

“Baby, you’re so tight back here.” Jack tells you breathlessly, that rich southern accent making you buzz inside. 

“Yeah, I bet you are.” Frankie nods once, fucking his hand more fervently. 

“Oh, look at that,” your husband grins, chuckling quietly. “I guess Frankie likes when I play with you back here.”

“I fucking love that.” it comes out without a filter, without a second fucking thought. 

The hand not currently tugging at his cock slides down to cup his scrotum, fondling the delicate skin in his palm. He moans, his eyes going soft, and you whine quietly at the sight. 

“Well, why don’t we show him then, sweetheart?” 

“Mm, daddy,” you whine, chest exhaling a dramatic breath. “What do you mean?” 

Jack takes a second to breathe, smoothly sliding his thumb out of your ass. He gives you a light tap then, barely stinging the outside of your right cheek. 

His tone is gravely when he speaks. “Get on your hands and knees for me.” 

Without a second thought, you lift yourself from him, slowly and gracefully. Frankie watches you move, licking his lower lip as he slows down his own movements. You crawl forward while Jack slides his legs out from under you. With a soft grunt and a heavy sigh, he rises behind you, resting on his knees. Submissively, you lean forward, resting not on your palms but on your forearms to arch your back more. You’re still facing Frankie, but he can see your ass high in the air now, breathing heavily while watching Jack’s hands slide over your ass. 

“You know how beautiful you look right now, darlin’?” 

“Hm…” eyes closed, humming pleasantly, you wiggle your hips back and forth slowly for him in a silent display of contentment. 

Jack groans behind you, all while showing that beautiful smile. Unexpectedly, he smacks a hand down on your plump flesh, earning a shrill moan from you. Baring his teeth briefly, he does it again, sighing heavily when you cry out again. 

“You want me to finger it, honey?” 

“Yes…”

“Say it.” Jack quickly demands, his voice low and authoritative. “Tell me you want daddy to finger your pretty little asshole.”

“Holy fuck,” Frankie’s head drops back; how can he be so turned on by Jack Daniels’ words? Quickly though, he lifts his head. Not only does he want to hear you say it, but he wants to watch when your lover does it. 

You whimper quietly, pressing your face into the soft blankets covering your marital bed. “Daddy…”

“I told you to say it.” 

It’s impossible to be disobedient when he speaks in that tone.

“I want it, daddy,” you inhale a deep breath, gathering the courage as your face burns from the brazenness of his words. “I want you to finger my pretty little asshole.” 

“Yes…” comes Frankie’s small word. 

“Yeah,” your husband’s word is spoken differently, almost hissed from between his lips as his cock twitches upon hearing your repetition. “That’s so good baby,” he looks down, gripping the thickness of his erection. “That’s so good, did so good for me, angel…” 

He’s breathless and rambling, and you know that means he’s having a hard time holding himself back. And when he fucks you in this position, he never lasts long. 

Sitting up a bit higher in his seat, Frankie’s eyes are zeroed in on the curves of your ass. Jack spreads your cheeks, a slow drip of spit falling onto your crease. And then he lifts his hand, licking his first two digits before lowering them to your sex. He rubs you with them, furrowing his brows as he listens to your moans. He slides a finger into your warmth, pumping it in and out only a few times. That very same finger then rises, circling your upper hole.

“Fuck, fuck,”

“You think about this, Frankie?” Jack asks, hearing the sloppy sounds of his hand. “You think about my baby girl’s ass?”

Frankie grunts, once again annoyed. Gritting his teeth, he mumbles out, “How can I not?” 

“I know,” Jack laughs, “She’s amazing, isn’t she?” 

“Daddy,” your whine pulls both men from their sexual thoughts. “Please put it in.” 

You’re pulsing around nothing, desperate to feel him inside you again. You need him to fuck you, to make you cum for a second time tonight. 

“Sh…” he hushes you kindly, those deep brown eyes watching as his pointer finger begins to slide in. 

“Yes…” 

You have such an intense desire for him, to kiss his beautiful lips, to feel his skin on yours, to experience the sensation of him filling you as much as he can. And when that thought comes into your head, you reach back with one hand, grabbing onto his hip. 

“Please,” 

“Damn baby, you want it bad.” he teases, feeling your nails scrape across his skin. 

When Jack’s finger is entirely surrounded by your tight muscles, both him and Frankie sigh out.

“How does it feel?” Frankie asks quickly, “Please tell me how it feels.”

Jack just laughs, but you reply. 

“So good, it’s so good, it’s so fucking good. I want more.”

With his free hand, Jack reaches back down, lining himself up before slowly inching inside. The sounds you’re making make Frankie fucking blush, his mouth going dry from having it hang open for so long. 

When your husband’s cock is entirely seated inside, he stills, now focusing on the movements of his finger. He pumps it into you, much faster than before. And he spits again, aiding in the slide of his tick digit as he works it into your ass. 

“Daddy, yes!”

“Fuck, you’re so good for me, such a dirty little girl for me.”

Frankie leans up even further this time, whining when he gets a full view of your taut asshole. It stretches every time your husband’s finger enters, your muscles squeezing tightly together each time his digit leaves. 

“Fuck - I’m gonna cum.” he breathes out, not even wanting to blink. 

Now, Jack’s hips start to move, slapping against your ass as he fucks himself into you. Feeling Jack fuck you like this, hearing their collective moans, it’s all so much; it’s overwhelming you. 

“You hear that, honey? Frankie’s gonna cum just from seein’ you, just from watchin’ you get fucked.”

“Oh my god…” it’s muffled, your fingers gripping onto the sheets while the side of your face presses against the mattress. 

And just like that, Frankie’s done. Your high moans, your pretty face contorted in bliss, the sloppy sounds of your pussy and ass getting fucked…

“Ngh,” forcefully, his hips thrust up into his hand, lifting from the seat ever so slightly. The back of his head returns to the top of the chair, mouth agape as he heaves out desperate breaths of air. 

Your eyes look to him when you hear his incredibly forceful moans, watching as white ropes shoot from his tip. They ooze out of him, thick and wet as they slide down his shaft. His foreskin moves with every tug Frankie’s hand gives, his sticky-white release making a mess on his hand. 

“Frankie…” you’ve never seen him like this, so vulnerable and soft. 

Jack smiles, a chuckle bouncing the muscles in his chest. He looks over at Frankie, too. “Damn Francisco, I knew you had it bad for her.” 

Jack’s pace doesn’t falter, almost immediately returning his gaze to you. The hand on your ass slides forward, fingers digging into your hip as he pounds you into the mattress. 

“And he’s not the only one that sees you like this, sugar.” he tells you, determined for you to know just how captivating you truly are. “I see how other men look at you. You’re a fucking goddess, baby, a goddamn angel. And you’re mine, you’re fucking mine; do you know how lucky I am?” 

“Daddy,” you cry out, feeling him plunge repeatedly into your core. “I love you.” 

Jack truly is enamored with you, he’s obsessed with you; he’s never met anyone like you. 

“I love you, sweetheart, daddy loves you.” and then he spits again, wetting your little hole even more. 

“Fuck me!” 

Once you say this, he feels your heated walls squeeze him tight, the act of it so forceful it makes him throb inside. And that’s how he knows he’s struck gold. 

“Yeah? Right there?” 

“Right there!” you groan out enthusiastically. 

And Frankie sighs, out of breath but lifting his head so he can continue to watch you. Jesus Christ, Jack’s right, you’re a fucking goddess. 

Jack leans forward a bit, stilling the motions of his finger inside you while he now focuses on moving his hips. “Is daddy still hittin’ it, sugar? Huh, babycakes? Is daddy still hittin’ your sweet spot?” 

“Ye-es,” it’s a stuttered whine, one said while pinching your eyes shut as he repeatedly punches himself into you. 

“It’s okay honey, just relax.” he can feel your body tensing, and he’s more than thrilled to let you experience your second high. “Let daddy make you feel good… relax for me…”

“Mm,”

“I know, baby; it’s hard to relax when daddy’s inside you, huh?”

“Daddy,”

“Oh… I know that whine.” he grunts out with a self-assured smirk. “Let daddy feel it, baby. He gives you permission, he wants you to do it.” 

With eager anticipation in his eyes, Frankie watches as you unravel before your husband. Jack continues to split you open on his length, rocking your body with each harsh shove. And when he allows you to let go, to fall apart on your shared bed for him, you suck in an airy gasp. As if on command, you finally crumble, back arching and legs shaking as your lover forces another orgasm out from within you. 

“Daddy!”

“Fuck me…” Jack bares his teeth, the muscles in his chest and stomach flexing. 

He tears his finger from you, using both hands to keep your body against him. Pushing forward, he grinds his hips into you, keeping pressure on that delicate, spongy spot inside you. It prolongs your high, your eyes shut as your lips part, just barely drooling from the euphoria shuttering through your body. And when Jack grinds against you, he cums too. The feeling of your soft curves pressing against his pelvis, the sensation of your heated inner channel gripping him so tight, it takes the breath from his lungs, the beat from his heart, now fully unraveling above you. 

“B-Baby,” he chokes out, hands squeezing your hips with force. 

The sensation rocks through him as he releases into you, leaning forward and placing a hand on your lower back to steady himself. He’s breathing heavily behind you, muscles tensing as his hips jerk harshly against you. That part always made you smile, always made you tingle inside. It’s like his body was fully giving in, unable to hold back its arousal and desire, his pelvis rutting into you in sharp, jagged motions. It’s desperate, raw, and something you get to experience with him almost every day. 

“Baby…”

“Daddy,” you respond breathily, reaching back with a single arm. He takes your hand, rubbing a thumb over the top of it. 

Grunting, he pulls out of you slowly, watching his softening cock slide out from your warm and welcoming sex. Both of Jack’s large palms then slide over your ass, spreading your cheeks so he can watch your pretty pussy flutter. 

“Lay down, baby doll.” he coos to you, leaning over your body to place soft kisses on your back. “Let me get a towel for you.” 

The moment turns incredibly soft. Frankie can so clearly see the love Jack has for you. And for an incredibly selfish reason, that only makes his envy grow. It’s one thing if Jack didn’t treat you right; then, in Frankie’s mind, he’d have reason to wish you were his. He’d have reason to believe he could treat you better than him. But Jack doesn't treat you bad, nowhere even close to it. Frankie hates to admit it, but Jack treats you better than he ever could. And that’s because the two of you are made for each other, that’s more than obvious now. 

Be that as it may, it didn’t suppress the attraction Frankie has toward you. You’re still as sexy as ever, even more so now. He can’t help but feel that way about you, he just can’t fucking help it. 

When Jack comes back, he’s holding three towels instead of two. They’re all slightly damp, and he sets a couple on the edge of the bed. Frankie looks over at him, watching as Jack nods and lifts the towel in his direction. 

“Frank?” he calls lightly, tossing the washcloth his way.

Frankie reaches out to catch it, nodding while he utters a small yet grateful, thanks. 

“Come here, beautiful.” 

You’d followed Jack’s direction, allowing yourself to lay down on the bed. Crawling forward, Jack smiles as you turn over for him, now resting on your back. Instinctively, you open your legs for him, sighing gracefully when you feel him drag the wet rag over your center. 

In the corner of the room, Frankie’s cleaning himself off, too. He wipes down his hand, cleaning his fingers before moving to his shaft. He’d gotten some dribbles of cum on the lower part of his shirt. Fuck, gonna have to dry clean this. 

Jack kisses your cheek and neck as he does this, humming softly when he feels you smile. Your hands brush through his hair until he’s done, pulling away to wipe himself off. 

Closing your eyes, you revel in this moment. This has honestly been one of the most exciting nights of your life. And you feel safe, comfortable, being around two men that you trust. You and Jack wouldn’t have done this around just anyone, and who knows if it will ever happen again. All you know is you enjoyed it, and it feels like the entire thing has brought you and your husband closer together, if that were even possible. 

He’d been nervous, unsure at first, just like he was before all of it began. But Frankie was a friend to not only Jack but you, too. It was late, and he was tired, you weren’t just going to kick him out. So, you both offered for Frankie to stay in the guest room. He could make himself comfortable, use the guest bath to freshen up, too. And after considering your offer, analyzing both yours and Jack’s kind faces, he agreed. 

“Hi, Frankie.” you greet softly, watching him meander out of his room. 

You’d gotten up before the two of them, a rare occurrence for you. Jack usually was the first one to wake, but apparently, last night really took it out of him. Once you’d convinced Frankie to rest in the spare room, Jack returned his lips to your body, covering you in delicate, affectionate kisses. You showered together, washing each other’s bodies lovingly before drying off and cuddling up in bed. He kissed your head, whispering sweet things to you before he fell asleep. And you drifted off just before he did, sighing contentedly in his arms. 

“Hey,” Frankie returns, his bedhead and sleepy smile absolutely adorable as he walks over to you. 

Sitting down, you offer him some coffee, which he happily takes. You’d worried how things would feel between the three of you the morning after all of that went down, but right now, it feels normal, comfortable. 

“Um, thank you.” he suddenly blurts out, staring at the mug in his hands before looking up at you. “For last night. I, I felt kind of honored… to see you like that, both of you like that.”

You giggle slightly. “What do you mean?”

“You’re a beautiful woman.” he admits openly, feeling free to express his emotions. “But it was… different than I expected. It was hot, definitely hot,” again, you giggle. “But… I don’t know, you guys just really love each other. Thank you for letting me see that.” 

“Awe, Frankie.” you smile, your heart beating affectionately. 

Reaching forward, you gently grab his hand. “I hope you know we love you, too. You’re one of our closest friends, Frankie; we wouldn’t have done that with just anyone, we did it because we trust you. And we really hope what happened last night doesn’t change any of that.” 

He ponders his response, only for a moment before he shakes his head. “I don’t think so.” Frankie really appreciates what you just said. 

“Good.” 

Before anything else is said, your husband finally joins the two of you once he gets out of bed. His messy hair is also adorable, walking out into the kitchen in just a pair of sweats. You admire his body, his toned chest, his slightly softening stomach, those sculpted arms, the tawny skin of his neck; it makes you want to jump on him all over again. 

“Hi, baby.”

“Good mornin’, honey.” he grins, leaning down to give you a kiss. He then addresses his friend. “How you doin’, Frankie? You hungry?” 

“Oh, no.  I should get going soon, anyway.” Frankie doesn’t want to be a burden. 

Jack shrugs, “Your loss. I’m makin’ pancakes.” 

Frankie just smiles. He’ll stay, but only because the air between your small group is making him feel relaxed and secure. He really did appreciate last night, and he appreciates the friendship he has with the two of you. You with your kind heart and sassy words, Jack with his casual and usually merry personality, Frankie likes those things about the two of you. And it’s clear nothing has changed. 

None of you are sure where your intimate afterparty came from, but you do know it was rooted entirely in the boys’ personalities. For Frankie, he finds it hard to not be attracted to you, to both your physique and your psyche. And for Jack, he finds it hard to not show his love for you. In every sense of the word, you’re the love of Jack’s life. You’re the person he’s promised himself to, the one he’ll take care of as long as he has a soul to. And if Frankie’s going to stick around, he’ll have to respect that. And he will, as long as it means he gets to keep his friendship with the two of you. 

#oh Jesus Christ #this was amazing to write #wowowow #Daddy Whiskey #Agent Whiskey #Agent Whiskey smut #Frankie Morales #Frankie Morales smut #Frankie Morales x you #Frankie Morales x reader #Frankie Morales x female reader #Kinktober #Kinktober 2022 #Sintober #Sintober 2022

[morallyinept]

A collection of Pedro Pascal Character Kinktober Masterlists I've enjoyed reading from 2021, 2022 & 2023. I'll add to this list as I read and discover more.

This list also features Specific Pedro Character Kinktobers, Flufftober, Winktober, Whumptober, Haunted Hoedown and writer specific creations such as Cowboytober, Bangathon & Smutsgiving.

Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤

Check out more amazing fics here on my Pedro Pascal Character Fic Rec List.

☝🏻If you have a link to your fully, or partially, completed Kinktober Masterlist that's not featured here already, please let me know as I'd love to read and feature you! 🖤

⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.

KINKTOBER 2021:

Kinktober Masterlist - @flightlessangelwings

Kinktober Masterlist - @absurdthirst

Kinktober Masterlist - @queridopascal

Kinktober Masterlist - @oogaboogasphincter

Kinktober Masterlist - @whiskeynwriting

Kinktober Masterlist - @lilkermit14

KINKTOBER 2022:

Kinktober Masterlist - @flightlessangelwings

Kinktober Masterlist - @absurdthirst

Kinktober Masterlist - @psychedelic-ink

Kinktober Masterlist - @foli-vora

Kinktober Masterlist - @moralesispunk

Kinktober Masterlist - @chaoticgeminate Javi G Specific

Sintober Masterlist - @whiskeynwriting

Maxwell Lord Kinktober - @toomanystoriessolittletime Maxwell Lord Specific

Whumptober Masterlist - @novemberrain-writes

Winktober Masterlist - @oonajaeadira Soft

KINKTOBER 2023:

Kinktober Masterlist - @palioom

Kinktober Masterlist - @spookykoolkat

Kinktober Masterlist - @flightlessangelwings

Kinktober Masterlist - @ghostofaboy M!Reader

Kinktober Masterlist - @absurdthirst

Kinktober Masterlist - @sageispunk

Kinktober Masterlist - @lincolndjarin

Kinktober Masterlist - @odetodilfs M!Reader

Kinktober Masterlist - @corazondebeskar Joel Miller & Din Djarin Specific

Kinktober Masterlist - @agentwhiskeysdarlin

Kinktober Masterlist - @moonlight-prose

Murder Daddy Kinktober Masterlist - @theywhowriteandknowthings

LJ's Bangathon - @prolix-yuy

Haunted Hoedown - @psychedelic-ink

Haunted Hoedown - @sweetenerobert M!Reader

Cowboytober Masterlist - @anabdaniels Agent Whiskey Specific

Flufftober Masterlist - @anabdaniels Agent Whiskey Specific

Joeltober Masterlist - @tinycozycomfort & @pascalisbaby Joel Miller Specific

Panda's Smut Sensation - @thetriumphantpanda

October 500 - @trulybetty Autumnal Prompts

Smutsgiving 2023 - @something-tofightfor Thanksgiving Prompts

#pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal #kinktober fic recs #jett's fic recs #joel miller #din djarin #agent whiskey #maxwell lord #fic recs #dieter bravo #ezra prospect #marcus pike #marcus moreno #max phillips #oberyn martell #dave york #frankie morales #javier pena #javier gutierrez #pero tovar #comandante veracruz

[star1117-archives]

Welcome to star1117-archives’ modified version of Kinktober !! I wanted to put a spin on the well-known month, and since this month entails everything sinful, what better theme to choose ?? Inspired by the seven deadly sins, Sintober is gonna make you wish you could partake in these ungodly activities..

Lust : OCT 22

1. Lingerie (J.YH)

2. Sexting (P.SH)

3. Dirty Talk (K.HJ)

4. Lap Dance (S.MG)

Envy : OCT 22

5. Cuckholding (J.YH + S.MG)

6. Rebound (K.HJ)

7. Marking (C.S)

8. Infidelity (J.WY)

Wrath : OCT 23

9. Hate Sex (J.WY)

10. Bondage (C.JH)

11. Orgasm Denial (P.SH)

12. Knife Play (K.YS)

Greed : ?

13. Overstimulation (C.S)

14. Threesome (P.SH + K.HJ)

15. Maid Roleplay (J.YH)

16. Multiple Rounds (S.MG)

17. Erotic Massage (K.YS)

Sloth : ?

18. Morning sex (S.MG)

19. Somnophilia (C.S)

20. Lovemaking (C.JH)

21. Humping (P.SH)

22. Semi-Public Sex (J.WY)

Gluttony : ?

23. Oral Sex (K.YS)

24. Drunk Sex (K.HJ)

25. Food (J.YH)

26. High Sex (J.WY)

27. Blood-Drinking (K.YS)

Pride : ?

28. Mirror Sex (C.JH)

29. Exhibitionism (K.HJ)

30. Public Sex (C.S)

31. Volume Control (C.JH)

[ Dates, members and kinks are all unconfirmed. Some may change, some may not. ]

#the archives ━━ [📚] #sintober 2022 #ateez kinktober #kinktober #ateez #events ━━ [🎫] #m.list ━━ [🎞️]

[whiskeynwriting]

Gluttony

Warrior!Pero Tovar x Curvy!Female Reader

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Word Count: 14k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) again, there's a lot lol

food play (I never know what to call this), alcohol consumption, dirty talk, praise kink, innocence kink, size kink, virginity, dry humping, slight exhibitionism, oral sex (m and f receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, cum play, mentions of war, mentions of sex work, reader is a little curvy, slight body insecurity

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A/N: Jesus Christ writing for Pero is just always so good. 

Co-written with @phnyx, beta-read by both her and @fishingforpike I love you both you amazing people

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It’s overwhelming, the entirety of it all. The atmosphere loud and bright, jolly and full of life. To think of a celebration that could compare to that of tonight would be to recall events that happened before you were even born. And while your senses have been stimulated to their limit, you can’t help but enjoy the night. 

The prediction for war’s end had been nowhere in sight, not a single soul had the slightest clue as to when the men would return. Husbands, uncles, brothers and sons, all gone in order to preserve the place they call home. It was valiant, honorable, and although many women worried, they often boasted about how proud they were of them. And now that they were home, no one could contain their joy. 

There was hardly any time allotted for you to prepare. Due to the soldier’s swift victory and even swifter return, you had less than a week to prepare for their arrival. Being that your tavern was the biggest in your small village, it was obvious that the celebration would be held here. You, being a servant at the establishment, were expected to not only attend but work. And you did so happily. Not only were you delighted to welcome the soldiers home, you were thrilled to welcome the hero home.

“When are you going to work up the nerve to visit him?” Another barmaid, Lucia, asks you. 

“I don’t know.” You playfully snap, your cheeks becoming hot just at the thought. 

“Your job is to fill cups,” She reminds you. “And his will need to be filled very soon.”

You know this, of course you do. Every soldier here was enjoying the feast, but no one was stuffing themselves like he was. After all, he is the guest of honor. You sigh while watching your friend walk off, on to fulfill her duties. You’d be wise to fulfill yours, too. 

Every seat in the house is taken, the tables full of meat and bread, aged cheeses and wines, honeyed meads and expensive fruits. Desserts were to be served, too, although the hero of the night already looked to be getting his fill of sweets.

He’s not yours, he’s not anyone’s, but you can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy when you see the women surrounding him. As soon as he stepped inside, he was offered whores left and right; one of the many tributes offered to him tonight, alongside coins of both silver and gold and the grand feast currently being served. He was the reason they returned home so early, the reason they left the battlefield victorious. He should expect this, to be showered in praise and love, complete adoration for protecting the town and bringing the men home. Just because it’s expected, doesn’t mean you can’t feel a bit covetous. Although, while you hate to admit it, those women have so much more to give him. They have experience in pleasing men, he’ll be happy with them. 

 “Are you waiting for specific instruction?” Priscilla, your boss with quite the heavy accent, suddenly asks. 

She comes up from behind you, surprising you into a quick jump. She places both hands on her hips, raising an aggravated eyebrow at you. 

“Hm?” She continues to question you, but you just stand there, unsure of what to do. “Go!” She then shouts, turning you around with her hands. “Fill their cups; do what you are told to.” 

With a small gasp, you turn, shoved forward by one of her incessant hands. Stumbling onward, you take a few grounding steps before making your way to the head table with confidence. Or at least, what you can muster of it. 

The feast smells delicious as you make your way through the crowd, walking down the aisles between each table. The meat has been prepared excellently, the smells of garlic and herbs wafting through the air. Sweet notes are also mixing with the smells from the various alcohol and fruits being served around you. You hadn’t eaten yet, not tonight, and won’t be able to until the celebrations have died down. After that, you’ll get table scraps. And even though your tummy is now growling hungrily, the topic of food is quickly shoved to the back of your mind once you see him. 

He sits in the center of the table, laughing while surrounded by his friends. Women sit on either of his armrests with one standing behind him. They each have at least one hand on his body, stroking his shoulders and arms and chest. And he looks magnificent, still adorning his armor only now it has clearly been shined. It’s bright, the metal gleaming due to the surrounding candlelight. You wonder if he’s been bathed since being back home. And then, you find yourself wishing you were one of the tavern staff. Surely that was one of their duties to tend to. 

“Girl!” A man to your left shouts, startling you. He chuckles. Looking toward him, you realize he’s holding up his mug, an expecting look on his face. 

“Of course,” You manage a smile, shuffling a bit to the left to pour more wine into his cup. And then, you turn to face him, the man of the hour. “Ser?”

Pero looks up to you, a jovial smile on his face. The women continue to caress him, his broad, dominant hand holding one of their naked thighs. His eyes run over your figure, his smile remaining. And then, they dip down to the jug in your hand, giving it a single nod.

“What is it?”

“Wine, ser.” Already, you’re glancing down. You’re nervous, you can’t help it. 

Ever since Pero had been gone, things were boring around town. He was the main thing you and the other women would talk about. Pero wasn’t exactly a friendly man, although he seems to be tonight. But even so, none of you minded. In fact, that only added to his allure. He was quiet, stoic, and stern with other men. His complexion was dark and to say the least, he appeared quite mysterious. How could anyone deny the appeal of a strong, brooding warrior protecting your town? And now, he’s considered to be a hero, as if there were anything else that could make you more attracted to this man. 

Grabbing his cup, he holds it out to you. “Gracias, hermosa.” (thank you, beautiful)

Leaning forward with a gracious smile, you tilt the jug until the blood-red liquid begins to trickle out. But all too quickly, it runs short.

“Oh,” You frown, and so does he. “I’ll, I will return with more.” 

This makes him grin. Attentive, the word floats through his mind. And dutiful, too. He likes that he didn’t have to ask you. 

While turning away, Pero’s eyes fall to your hips’ elegant sway. He’d eyed you throughout the night, at first only because he was curious as to why you’d not come to give him more wine. But when he saw you, he was interested in more than just the fermented fluid. Licking his lower lip, those dark brown orbs follow your waistline, your backside, those pretty legs strutting along as you fulfill your duty to serve him. He wonders if you could serve him in more ways than this. 

You seem to have stirred some distaste with the woman surrounding this honorable man, because upon your return, you’re greeted with a multitude of glares. Pero is speaking with another man when you come back, so instead of interrupting him, you simply lean forward to fill his mug. 

“You brought two?” He raises both eyebrows, immediately returning his attention to you. He even leans forward, removing his hand from the woman’s bare leg. You figured you might as well offer him more than just wine now that you’ve worked up the courage to. 

“Yes, ser.” You hold up one jar, “Red wine,” and then the other. “And honeyed mead.” 

“Fill my cup with red and I will try the mead next.” 

Nodding, you do as he requests. This time, instead of returning to his conversation, he stares at you, watching you pour the liquid into the cup he’d been drinking from throughout the night. 

And then, he feels compelled to ask. “Why is this the first time you have served me tonight?”

Swallowing down your anxiety, you return to your upright stance, the nerves that were once subsiding now coming back with an evil vengeance. Your face runs hot, and it’s noticeable, too. But it only makes him smile at you. 

“I, um, my apologies, ser.” The women around him laugh quietly at you. They’re clearly older than you, too, and you can’t help but feel inferior to nearly everyone around you in this situation. Averting his gaze, you set one of the pitchers down, rubbing your outer arm.

“I, well…”

“Do I make you nervous, little one?” 

That nickname returns your shy eyes back to his much more confident ones. Daring a glance at the other women, you return your look to the ground before inevitably nodding. 

“Why is that?”

“You’re so… it’s impressive. Your strength, your battle strategy…” Your heart is pounding in your chest, thundering in your ears. 

“Do you think I will use either trait against you?” He muses with a teasing grin. His words seem to lighten the mood, bringing out a bashful smile in you. 

“No.” You mutter with a smile, shaking your head. 

He continues to eye you, briefly biting down on the corner of his lower lip before making another decision. Placing both hands on one of the women’s hips, he ushers her off the armrest she’d be sitting on. She scoffs lightly, mouth gaping at him in shock. But he pays her no mind.

“Come,” He offers, gesturing to the now empty ‘seat’. “Sit.”

“Oh, I, I would love to, ser. But I…” Turning, you look back at the bar. 

“Worrying is for the wretched,” He insists. “Tonight, you will dine with me.” 

“A-Are you sure?”

“Niña linda” He almost coos to you, and his tantalizing accent draws your gaze right back to him. “Sit.” (pretty girl)

Setting the second jug on the head table, you awkwardly make your way to the other side, passing the rejected woman on the way. With a tight breath, you slowly begin to maneuver yourself up onto the armrest beside him. You feel like a prize he’s won, and as misogynistic as that feels, you find yourself loving it. 

Scoffing, Pero notices your struggle. “Come here, hermosa.” Wrapping an arm around your waist, he easily hauls you onto the thin wooden surface, snuggling you close to his side. (beautiful)

“Oh,” You gasp quietly, feet instantly lifted off the ground. His sheer strength astonishes you, and truthfully, makes the space between your legs burn bright. 

Your hair is tied back in an extravagant braid, your face and body cleanly, smelling of fresh linens along with notes from the white lilies and violets you always keep in your room. Your outfit is clean, the colors bright, the outline well hemmed, too. You put a great amount of effort into your appearance tonight, and Pero can tell. But you look nothing like the other women surrounding him. Their hair drapes elegantly over their shoulders and down their backs, truly highlighting their beauty. They are dressed in little to nothing, some wearing jewelry, too, bracelets and necklaces likely bought for them by other men. And beneath your clothing, your body was dissimilar, too. These women had small, perky breasts, thin bodies with tight skin. They looked like goddesses among men, their chest and stomachs smooth, taut backsides with muscular thighs. And although you didn’t eat often, you’re aware that you’re bigger than them. You have a larger bust and backside, a bit of a tummy with wide thighs. Altogether, you didn’t think you even compared. Why did he want you? 

“Surely you won’t need them all.” You hear a soldier declare, becoming a bit louder in his conversation with the prized warrior - who still has his arm around your waist, by the way. 

“No,” He sighs, taking a large swig of his wine. “I suppose I won’t.”

“Then which do you want?” He offers, leaning back in his seat as he gestures to the three of you surrounding his chair. “Take your pick.” But Pero doesn’t even look around. 

“They’re beautiful, each of these tributes.” He grins, flirtatiously raising a brow. “But I know what I want. Village whores cannot give me that.” 

“What is it that you want, Tovar?” The man leans forward to rest his forearms on the table, genuinely curious as to what his brother in battle will say.

“I do not wish for a brazen woman.” Pero states, shaking his head. And to this, you listen in. “I want an untouched woman.”

“A virgin.”

“Sí, mi amigo.” Comes his almost eager response, his voice enticingly low. “A woman pure, innocent…” Slowly, he turns his head to you. “Unclaimed.” (yes, my friend)

Gulping, you do your best not to curl in on yourself, to not shy away from what you’re certain isn’t the truth. You were not a tribute for this man, you’re simply here to fill his cup. Surely there is another he could want, any woman aside from you. Why would he want you? You’re probably just here for him to make a show, to boast about how many women he can have on his chair. But if that were true, then why did he get rid of that other woman and replace her with you? Why not keep the both of you? 

Amidst your rambling thoughts, you feel the prod of Pero’s pointer finger, placing itself just below your chin. Slowly, he turns your head, forcing you to look at him. And then, his gravely, baritone voice speaks. 

“Have you been claimed, dulzura?” (sweet girl) 

You’d always assumed that a man would want a woman with experience, someone who could guarantee pleasure for them. But what you didn’t know was that Pero wasn’t like these other men. He liked his women to be virgins. He wanted to be the first one inside them, the first to show them what it felt like to be taken by a man. Pero wanted to hear what they’d sound like while being touched for the first time, touched by his hands, his fingers, his mouth, his cock. They always made the most beautiful noises, always sang the most eloquent songs. And for some reason, Pero could just tell, he just fucking knew no one had ever laid a single finger on you. You’re too shy to have been fucked, properly at least. And while there have been times where Pero has been offered multiple virgins at once, he’d denied this, too. He didn’t need multiple women to indulge in, he just needed one woman who was willing to do whatever he asked of them. 

“N-No…” It’s a quiet response, your eyes wide and innocent as his finger stays beneath your chin. 

Happily, the warrior chuckles, immediately pulling you into his lap. Your gasp this time is loud, causing a number of heads to turn in your direction. But you don’t have enough time to count them before Pero’s broad hand is on your face, turning you to look him in the eyes once again. 

“I will claim you tonight.” He’s leaning forward, towering over you and looking into your eyes with a passion you’ve never before seen directed at you. 

“Are… are you sure?” Finally, you find your voice, albeit slightly shaky. “You want m-me?”

“Hermosa…” He grins, thumb swiping across your cheek. You feel like a small child being coddled in his lap, the way you’re sitting, laying across the tops of his broad thighs. “I want you.” (beautiful)

Shuddering at the sudden arousal shooting through your body, you nod, almost whimpering beneath his passionate gaze. 

“What, um… what does that mean?” 

Again he grins. “Beautiful.” 

It seems that the other women don’t quite understand his message. He’s chosen the woman he wants for the night, and still, they continue touching him. The woman standing behind his chair slides both palms down the front of his chest, feeling her own brew of jealousy. And the woman to his right feels the same, looping her arm around his bicep to hold him tight. They want his attention again. 

“Enough.” He almost angrily declares, looking to his side. “No more of this.” 

While they’re unable to protest, they certainly want to. They’re shocked and honestly angered by his choice. It’s his first night back, how could he reject them like that? Every soldier in here would sacrifice themselves for the chance to lay in bed with more than one whore, and he’s pushing them away like they’re nothing? And for you? 

“Are you hungry, sweet girl?” Pero can tell you’re kind. “Have you eaten?” 

His question surprises you, so much so that you’re practically unable to form words. No one ever asks you this. The only time you’re given food is when you’re tossed the occasional basket of leftovers from the tavern, but nothing more than that. 

“I, well I, I will eat later tonight. I should, anyway…”

“No.” Comes his instant response. “You will eat now.” 

Those strong hands fall to your hips, moving your body so you’re now sitting up on his lap. He urges you to lean back against him, and you do, crossing your legs and draping them across his knee. 

“Have you had wine, princessa?” He asks, pulse hammering in his veins. He wants to know just how untouched you truly are. (princess)

You shake your head no, following your response with a small correction. “I’m no prin-”

“Tonight,” He interrupts, looking deeply into your eyes. “You are.” 

Adrenaline fizzles inside your veins as he lifts his cup to your face, a small request of drink drifting from his lips. While keeping his gaze, you allow the liquid to flow into your mouth and oh, he likes that. 

“Perfecto…” It’s hushed, said as if he is in a state of amazement. He has successfully delivered a new experience to you, one of many to come. (perfect)

He goes on to offer you the food from his plate, plucking grapes from the vine before popping them into your mouth. And he continues to feed you, holding you with his free arm while watching you take every bite. 

“You must be hungry too, my lord.” In a bold move, at least for you, you place a hand on his armored chest. And he hums at this; you’re getting more comfortable with him. 

“Sí, pequeña.” And when you look at him questioningly, he chuckles. “Yes.” (yes, little one) 

“Will you… can I…” 

He just grins. “The meat first, princessa.” (princess)

Although you’d been fed fruit, cheese, and bread, Pero’s plate remains more than halfway full. You stick his fork into a slice of meat, offering it to him. There’s something so intimate about this, about caring for the other in this way; you’ve never been cared for like this. And he keeps eye contact the entire time, his beautifully full lips taking the food from your delicate fingertips. And when he drinks from the mug you bring to him, you watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows it down, a small trickle of the wine flowing from the corner of his mouth. And the longer this goes on, the more ravenous he seems to become. He requests his plate be filled twice more and then a third, replenishing both of your bellies as the night grows late. 

“The mead, now.” He requests, breathing heavily against you. 

His eyes lower, gawking at the swell of your breasts as they rise and fall with vigor. You’re enjoying this, too. 

To complete this request you must step off his lap, bending over the table to reach the pitcher and bring it back to his now empty cup. Pero has yet to touch you since you’ve been resting on him, but now, he reaches out, smoothing a hand over your lower back. It sends tingle through your spine, washing every inch of your skin in an incredible sensation that leaves a shiver in its path. He smiles when he sees it. 

“I like the way you dress…” He murmurs, pressing his curved nose to your cheek when you sit back down. And you’re smiling now. 

“Every maid is dressed like this.” You giggle in response, watching the brown liquid flow into his cup. 

Again, that broad hand finds your face, turning you to look into his eyes. 

“I like the way it looks on you.” He very clearly states, his words making your chest squeeze tight. You’re flattered, incredibly so. 

Pero’s eyes dip down to your lips when your tongue pokes out to lick them, and you notice this quite obviously. Quickly, they flicker from your own precious orbs back to the pillowy softness of your mouth, a hand rising to the back of your neck as he begins to lean in. Your own hand returns to his chest, allowing him to guide you forward to meet him. And once you do, a firework is set off inside you. It’s the first time a man has kissed you, and for it to be him? How lucky are you…

“Pero,” you gasp when he surges forward for more, the first kiss sweet but the ones afterwards quickly becoming heated. 

But he doesn’t let you speak, he just pulls you into him again, holding you against him. Your first true, sexual moan floats out of your throat and directly into his, a wetness pooling between your legs when you feel the beginnings of his tongue sliding in. The hand you’d timidly placed on his chest rises to his face, cupping his jaw while he kisses you breathless. He tastes of the meat and wine he’d been devouring all night, but you don’t mind. You find yourself liking it, actually. 

This is what he wanted, this is the excitement he’s fucking needed. He can tell by your reaction that a man has never handled you this way, never pulled you into him to claim your lips with his. And he does so beautifully, gracefully, slipping the wet muscle of his tongue inside and swiping it across your own. And your moan, that girlish, wanton moan, finally makes you realize just how aroused he truly is, the feminine noise provoking a hardness to rise from his lap. 

“Pero,” You say again, breathing harshly against him. And this time, he lets you speak, allows you to breathe. 

“What is it, preciosidad?” He nearly begs, ducking his head down to your neck. (precious girl)

Suddenly, you realize just how public the space you’re in is, and you feel flush all over again. Biting your lip, you do your best to suppress your moans, but he notices. And he isn't a fan of it. Reaching up, he tugs your bottom lip out from the hold of your teeth. 

“Do not hide it from me.” He demands darkly. But he sees your sideways glance, knowing that you’ve now become nervous in your current setting. “Let them hear.” He nearly growls into your ear. “By the end of this night, you will belong to me.” 

This gasp is much louder, feeling him bite down on your earlobe with his teeth. And then he returns to your neck, his talented lips dragging over your skin. His ardent passion makes you giggle, the brazenness of it all forcing your excitement to new heights. 

“I want to indulge in you, hermosa.” He whispers gruffly to you, both hands holding you tight. One moves down to your thigh, squeezing the sweet flesh of it harshly. “I will see if you are as sweet as the wine you have served me.” (beautiful) 

But then, he hears a small rumble in your belly. Truth be told, this was the first time you’d been fed in days. And upon hearing the sound, he lifts himself from your neck. 

“You are still hungry?” There’s a hint of worry in his eyes when he asks. But you don’t want to be a burden. 

“No. No, I am fine.” But he sees right through you. 

“Have more bread, you tiny thing.” He then insists, reaching out for more before bringing it to you. And how can you resist? “Have you had mead, sweetling?” 

While chewing the bread, you shake your head. “You will try it with me.” But after filling his cup, he doesn’t bring it to your mouth. Instead, he takes a swig himself.

“I want you to first taste it from my lips.” It comes out breathily, his hand falling to your cheek to bring you into him once again. And you let him. 

The taste is bitter, yet overwhelmingly sweet. Regardless, you open your mouth to him once you’ve swallowed your bread, sighing out a romantic breath as his tongue claims dominance over yours once again. 

Absentmindedly, you wonder if you’ll be scolded in the morrow. After all, you’ve neglected your duties, having completely left your station. While the man of the hour is able to protect you from any repercussions tonight, what will happen to you when daybreak hits and it’s only you once again? But you shouldn’t worry about such things. It’s like Pero said, worrying is for the wretched. 

“Drink.” He demands again, wanting your belly to be as full as his. 

He brings his cup to you, and although the mead wasn’t to your taste, you drink, just because he said. All too quickly, you find yourself gulping the alcoholic nectar down, feeling it buzz through your system as the celebration continues. And he’s becoming far too feral, leaning in as soon as he sees a dribble of mead spill from your lips. Sloppily, he lays his tongue out over your jaw, licking over your cheek and up to your mouth. 

“Pero…” Comes your girlish sigh, still unable to believe he’s chosen you. 

“Tovar has found his precious flower.” One of the men jokes off to the side, another one quickly chiming in. “Flower? What happened to that beautiful garden?” 

You expect Pero to continue obsessing over you, but to your surprise, he speaks up. “I am this village’s hero, you all owe me your life.” Breathing heavily, he gives you one last kiss before pulling away. Looking into your eyes, he loudly says, “I have the money to buy every woman this town has to offer, but none of them…”

Lifting his hand, he grabs your angelic face once again. You smirk as he pinches your cheeks with his fingers and thumb, his palm resting directly below your jaw. And then he gives you a little shake, grinning widely while proclaiming, “None of them are as good as this one.” 

And it’s true. He’s never had a reaction like this with another woman before, virgin or not. He’s never obsessed over a woman like this in public, not while surrounded by so many people. Pero was a private lover. But the atmosphere adds something quite special to the mix. And besides, you yourself are quite the special thing, too. He’s had whores react to him this way before, but… not a virgin, not a woman with a pureness like you. 

Since pulling you into his lap, Pero thought about bringing you back to his lodge. He’d been gifted a lovely cabin to stay in as a permanent residence, one that will do quite nicely for him. It will even accommodate a family, if he so chooses to have it. 

“Ser?” Lucia walks up to the head table, offering him a large plate of hot desserts.

Smiling, he pushes his dinner plate aside, making room for the dishes. She eyes you as she sets them down, taking each one of the serving plates and presenting them to Pero. Before turning away, she gives you a wink, a small gesture that makes you remember just how lucky you are. As if you needed to be reminded. 

“What do you like?” Pero turns to ask you before he’s even had a bite. “Tell me what you want.” He whispers it against your cheek, making your smile pull even wider. 

“The um…” Scanning the table, you come across your favorite dessert. “The custard, the caramel one.” 

Immediately, he reaches out, scooping a spoonful of the delicacy up and bringing it to your lips. Happily, you open your mouth, watching as he then feeds himself from the same spoon. Custards of other flavors are served, too, along with puddings, tarts, and marzipan cakes. And he indulges in them all, with you right at his side. 

Servants gather the coins that have been offered to him by townspeople giving thanks, collecting them so they may be stored in his new home. And then you wonder, where is his new home? Surely he has been gifted a great lodge. Will he bring you to it?

“Arthur,” Your hero suddenly calls, “Ready the horses.”

A servant to his right steps forward, nodding before scurrying off and out through the doors. You’ve all but finished your food, having stuffed yourself like never before. And you wonder, what will he think of you like this? When he undresses you? You were nervous before but, now with your stomach full of food, you’ll appear even bigger than the other girls. 

Abruptly pulling you from your thoughts is Pero’s large hand, landing on your face once again. He pulls you into him, digging the tip of his nose into your cheek as he grunts. 

“Do you want me, hermosa?” He grits out passionately, digging his fingers into your cheeks. (beautiful) 

He’s drunk by now, and more than ready to take you home. All you can do is whine and nod, his grip not allowing you any other option. He growls, diving in to mouth at your lips. You moan into him, the sound making him happier than ever. Your hand rises to his neck, curling around to card through his unruly hair. 

“I will claim you tonight.” He breathes out, his voice rough and energetic. “You will be mine.”

“Pero,” Comes your high whine, pathetic in nature. “Please…”

“You want me to?” He smiles brightly against you. “You want me to ruin you? Ruin you of your innocence? Your purity?”

“Yes.” It’s instantaneous, your response, and it makes him all but lose his goddamn mind. 

The celebration will last for days, this is only the first night. So, his exit is discrete, standing and taking you by the wrist as he leads you away. Excitement stirs in your belly as he does it, bringing you out into the coldness of the night. It’s snowing out, the flakes decorating your eyelashes and hair. He smiles at the sight, leaning down to sweep you off of your feet and into his arms.

“Are you cold, sweetling?”

“Yes.” You nod simply, reaching out for his face, fingertips stroking his facial hair. 

“Come then,” he coos to you. “Come with me.”

It’s not like you’d actually say no, and you’re already in his arms anyways. And if you thought he was strong when he pulled you up onto his chair, it’s nothing compared to now. He picked you up as if you were a single feather floating in the wind, his movement easy and almost careless. But he cares; you’re a fragile thing. 

The servant dubbed Arthur stands beside the carriage clearly waiting for him, and it is a grand one indeed. Decorated in firm, dark oak and glimmering gold adornments, led by four horses, each colored as black as night. It’s an enchanting form, and your breath is fully taken away once the door to it is opened.

Stepping inside, Pero sets you down on a bench opposite the one he takes. And when you sit up to take it all in, you grin. This is the fanciest space you’ve ever been in. Candles hang from the ceiling, each lit inside a glass ball to protect them. The benches are decorated in rich velvet, the color matching that of the horses. There are gold embeds in each cushion with pillows all along it. In the very center of the space is a rug leading to the carriage’s door, with a window on either side of it. 

“This is… amazing.” Pero chuckles; he thought so when he first saw it, too. 

“Come,” He calls softly for you. “Sit beside me, princessa.” (princess)

And you do as you’re told, returning to his lap and leaning into his firm body. Those wandering hands return with much more excitement now, his fingers grazing the hemline along your bust. 

“What is your name, hermosa?” He questions quietly, kissing along your neck. “What should I call you, hm?” (beautiful) 

Internally, you feel subconscious about him grabbing your sides, feeling overly full at this point. But he doesn’t seem to mind, in fact, he reaches around to grab your belly and hips, a smile growing on his face. And when you tell him your name, it only makes that smile grow. 

“Pretty name,” He mumbles, one hand trailing down to the space between your legs. “For a pretty girl.” 

“Hm…”

“Tell me,” Pero then says, cupping your clothed sex. It makes you gasp, the sensation of it. “What do you think of me?”

He knows you're excited, but he knows you’re nervous too. And he wants to make sure you want this, want him, want what he’s about to do to you. 

“I think you’re…” Your words fall short when he begins to rub you. It feels electric, like a zap of lightning shooting through you. Your smaller body presses back against him, feeling a small hum vibrate through his chest. “So handsome.” You eventually finish, releasing a tight sigh.

“You do?” Pero leans in, kissing the shell of your ear. “Tell me more.”

You hadn’t even noticed it, but you’re moving. The carriage had taken off just as Pero began to touch you, his hands an easy distraction. You’re not sure how long it’s been since the carriage left your tavern, but your town isn’t big. You’ll be arriving at his cabin shortly. 

When you don’t immediately go on, his grip on you tightens, a heated breath forcing its way out of Pero’s nose.

“I said more, hermosa. Will you do what I ask of you tonight? Hm?” His words come out stern and you feel an incredible need to please him. (beautiful)

“Yes, I will. I promise, Pero.” Even though your mind betrays you, this is real. And while you have him, you want to make the most of it. “You’re so handsome, so charming. The girls and I, we… don’t know much about you.”

Subconsciously, your hips wiggle into his hand, seeking more pressure from his touch. He chuckles. “It feels good, no?”

Mesmerized, you look down at his hand, your cheeks burning with shame. “Yes…”

Pero’s free hand then rises to your chest, finally fondling your breasts. He grabs one in hand, groaning when you gasp in shock. Pleasure spikes in your nipples when his thumb brushes across one, and you can’t even imagine how wonderful it will feel when the barrier of fabric will no longer hide your body from him.

“We are nearly there, little one.” His breaths are surprisingly calm, his words calculated. “Tell me this one thing, before we arrive.” 

“Yes?” You return, intent on pleasing him. 

“Do you want more of me when we are inside?”

His question makes you gulp. Of course you do, of course you do. But you’ve never done this before and you don’t know how to say it, you don’t know how to be sexy when you talk to him. So all you reply with is, “I… I do.”

He isn’t happy with your simple answer, so he prods for more. Looking out the window, he can see the cabin nearing. 

“What do you want then, hm? My hands?” Slowly, he rubs your covered core, feeling the muscles in your thighs shake. “My fingers, hermosa?” (beautiful)

“Yes,” This time, you respond much quicker, even nodding your head. 

“My body?” He continues on, stiffening below your backside. 

“Oh, yes…” Sighing, you can only imagine what he feels like. Hopefully, you’ll soon know.

“My mouth?” This time, he inhales deeply. It’s been years since he’s tasted a woman between her thighs. But you don’t necessarily interpret it that way. You assume he means he’ll kiss you more, and of course you want that.

“Yes, Pero.” He likes how sweetly you say it; he knows you’ll be saying it more. 

Inside, he shivers. He’s about to say something much more brazen to you. 

“Do you want my cock, sweetling?” And this seems to overwhelm him with an intense urge. Upon your sigh he inhales another breath, groaning it out into your ear as he says, “Do you want it inside you, hermosa? Do you want me inside?” (beautiful)

“Yes,” You practically keen for him, feeling him rub his erection into you from behind. “Yes Pero, please.”

As if on command, the carriage comes to a halt, stopping just outside the warrior’s new home. Eagerly, he stands, picking you up with him. Again, Arthur opens the door, and if he hadn’t come so quick you’re sure Pero would have kicked it open himself. 

Bright flames burn inside you as he carries you to the cabin’s door, and you loop your arms around his neck while he walks, leaning up to kiss his tawny skin. He’s tanned, his skin a beautiful golden tone. It looks glorious on him, this rich shade. 

Once his servant opens the door, Pero marches inside, kicking it shut behind him. And in the throes of your passion, you look up, wanting to see the space around you. Pero’s only been inside once, right before he came to the tavern tonight. Floor to ceiling, everything is either covered in dark oak or rich, reddened velvet. There are gold decorations here and there with lavish furniture in every single room. It blows your mind, the excellence of these rooms. He must have done something truly admirable to be honored with such a space. 

Chandeliers hang from the ceiling as Pero walks throughout the space, taking you directly to the main bedroom. There are beautiful curtains made of thick fabric hanging by the windows too, along with candles that have been lit in every room. But none of it compares to the intimate space he calls his own, the space he’s going to share with you. 

“You are beautiful.” He expresses while laying you down on his extravagant bedspread. Leaning in, he smiles, kissing the space just below your jaw. “I’m delighted to have you.”

“Pero,” Helplessly, you reach out for him when he lifts himself to move away. 

This makes him smirk, chuckling while he begins to undress. And when he does, you quiet down, leaning back on your forearms to watch. He notices this, making a little show of it. His movements are languid, removing his gleaming armor and placing it on a nearby bench. He stands at the foot of the bed as he does it, undressing down to his undershirt and briefs. And your heart stutters in its beat; you’ve never seen a man this way before. Should… should you be undressing yourself, too?

“No,” He answers your silent question, seeing your hands curl around to the ties on your back. “I will undress you, pequeña. Do not lift a finger; let me.” (little one)

Lifting his shirt from his body, you’re met with the incredibly erotic sight of his naked chest. Tanned like the rest of him and adorning a few hairs across his chest. There are some curls leading down his navel, too, and among the hair on his glorious body are also scars. They’re scattered across his body, some long, some short, some wide and others thin. But they astound you all the same. When he steps closer, you reach out to him, immediately brushing your palm across the once-then wounds that have healed yet still remain. 

“And what do you think?” He asks, brushing back some of your hair. His palm lands on the top of your head, his own dropping to watch as you explore.

“Beautiful.” Comes your whispered response, “It’s beautiful… your body…” 

“Then touch more of it.” Forcefully, he grabs your other hand, pulling it closer to him. 

“Oh…” He brings your palm to cup him through his slacks, his head dropping back as he does. Even from the slightest of stimulation, he moans. 

He wants to take his cock out, pull it from the confines of his briefs and make you lick the tip. But he wants you to be the one to do it. He knows you want him, but you’re far too shy to show it. But you’ll need to if he’s going to give you it. Apparently though, you have something else in mind. 

“Will you lay down?” Pero tilts his head at you questioningly. Rising to your knees, you look into his eyes, smoothing your hands down the tight skin of his chest. “Will you lay down for me? Let me worship you like you should be…” 

Pleasantly surprised, he does as you ask, moving to the side and laying down in the very center of the bed. Your passion seems to unravel within you, finally seeing him like this. And it makes you courageous, makes you want to do more with him. 

“Touch me, princessa.” Pero grits out impatiently, watching your innocent orbs flicker up to stare directly into his eyes. “Do you want it?” You nod immediately, swallowing timidly. “Then take it.” (princess)

With your heart thundering inside your chest, you look down, reaching out to grab the waistline of his briefs. He pets your hair lovingly with his dominant hand as you begin to pull, releasing a shaky breath as you do. And he lifts his hips for you, allowing you to undress him completely before you. 

“Yes…”

You don’t expect his erection to bob out of his pants like it does, smacking his lower stomach and making him groan. It makes you gasp slightly, lips parting in devastating hunger as you stare at him. 

“Is this the first time you’ve seen one?” He asks gruffly, reaching down to grab his shaft. “A leaking cock before you?”

And he’s right, he is leaking. He’s uncut and thick, long, too. When he strokes himself he pulls back the skin, revealing his reddened tip. When you see it you whine, exhaling a short and almost pouty breath. 

“You don’t have to sit back, you know.” He teases, watching your enticed expression. “Tonight, this is for you.”

“Pero…” Overwhelmed with emotion you lean forward, placing your hands on either side of his hips. 

Pero watches you dive down to his pelvis, lips landing on the thin skin of his hips. You kiss him here, sloppily too, dragging your beautiful lips along his sides briefly before moving them to his stomach. He’s so toned and warm, your tongue poking out to just barely slide over the bumped-up lines of his scars. You hope he likes it - you know he does. He groans while watching you, licking his lower lip before it drops. 

Your delicate fingers trail over his sides, squeezing his hips and thighs. Soft whimpers escape your lips as you do it, feeling compelled to worship the alluring warrior that saved your home. Grinning, he watches you obsess over him, working yourself up to the point of grinding against his leg. You position yourself over his left thigh, just barely grinding down against him. You feel foolish doing it, like an animal in heat, but you almost can’t help it. How? How did you manage to get your first time to be with him? 

But when you move down to his groin, you’re unsure of what to do next. You’re hoping he’ll guide you, teach you the ways of pleasing a man. He asked for a virgin, surely he would expect to do this? 

“Do you know what to do with it?” He asks lowly from above you. He still has a hand wrapped around his base, his tip throbbing with anticipation as your lips kiss nearly every inch of him. 

“N-No…”

“Hermosa,” Pero leans up, taking your chin between his forefinger and thumb. “Do not be nervous, or shy; not around me.” (beautiful) 

This time, he doesn’t force you to look into his eyes, he waits for you to do it on your own. And you do so much quicker this time, a reassuring thing to him. 

“Niña preciosa, you are mine tonight.” He promises once again. “I will make you a woman; do you understand?” (precious girl)

“I do.”

“And will you let me teach you?”

“Yes, Pero…” Your reply is soft, feminine, your hands trailing up his stomach. 

His words make you feel safe and warm inside, they make you trust him that much more. And with that said and done, he brings you in for a kiss, grinning against you. 

“Bueno.” He states, those dark brown eyes opening to look at you. Taking a breath, he then speaks. “Go back down, sweetling.” (good)

You do as he tells you, lowering yourself to his naked sex once again. This time, you get an even better look. You’re much closer than before, settling yourself between his thighs and placing your hands on his hips. 

“Open that pretty mouth,” He says it as he sighs, settling further on his luxurious bed. 

Reaching down, he places his thumb on your lower lip, smirking when you open your mouth for him. 

“That’s it…” Pero whispers to you, the moment as fragile as glass; it’s as if any moment, it could break. 

Both of those broad hands now move to your face, holding your cheeks and bringing you closer to him. With a shaky breath, you move in, whining when the tip hits your lip. He slides in past your bottom lip, now coming in contact with your soft tongue. And when he does, a moan floats from your mouth. 

“Do you taste it?” He asks, a growl rumbling through his chest. “Can you see the mess you’ve made of me?”

“Me?” You babble quietly around his smooth head, and he groans at the sensation. 

“Yes, preciosa - precious girl.” He begins to ramble. “More, give me more. Yes…” 

Staring up at the warrior laid out on this bed, you allow him to pull you closer to his sex. Moving forward, your lips surround his head, now fully in the velvety warmth of your no longer innocent mouth. 

“Suck,” He gasps from above you. “Suck it.” 

And you do, watching as his chest constricts before he moans. Gently, his hips buck up a bit, shoving another inch past your lips. 

“More, pequeña, more…” (little one)

Gods, he’s reveling in this, destroying the purity you once had. His precum pools in your mouth, the saltiness of it landing on your tongue. He can feel the wet muscle move beneath him in the humid cavern of your mouth, slowly but surely sucking more of him inside. But you gag when you’re halfway down, making him groan in frustration. But not with you, with how aroused he’s become. 

“More,” Pero repeats once again. He applies pressure to the back of your head, forcing you down on him. “You can do more… do it again…”

You’ve never had a man in your mouth before, and doing so now makes your panties pool with wetness. It’s incredibly defiling, erotic, something you find yourself wanting more of. And to him, it practically feels like the first time all over again. He hasn’t touched or been touched in nearly an entire year. He’s needed this. 

“Oh,” Pero sighs, lifting his head to watch as you pull away. Situating a pillow to prop his head up, he groans, eyeing the trail of spit you left behind. 

You’d gagged on him again, a wet, sporadic noise that made you pull away. Though not too far; you’re still close enough for him to reach. You’re honestly mortified, you want to please him and you’re now finding out that you can’t. You’ve never seen another man’s cock, but you’d have to be a fool to not realize that Pero was big. Bigger than you expected a man to be. But you’re not stopping here, you want to do more for him. 

He’s still holding his base when you lean in, laying your entire tongue out beneath him. And his brows furrow furiously, mouth falling agape as he watches you lick him. This is something he wasn’t expecting from you, not at all. 

The salty musk of him fills your senses, both your taste and smell. And when you take him back in your mouth again, he removes his hand, returning it to your head. Your own hand replaces his, gripping his base and watching his balls draw up slightly. Pero’s jaw remains dropped, watching as you work him with your hand and mouth. 

“Amor…” Again, a hand finds its way to the back of your head, urging you down to his base. And you go much further this time, suppressing the reflex to gag. “Sí, sí bonita, sí.” (Love… yes, yes pretty, yes)

The suction of your throat around him makes him choke, moaning wantonly from the sensation. And your hand continues to grip him, tightening your fingers around the thickness of his erection. While doing so, you happen to look up, immediately meeting his dark eyes. 

“So good,” He mutters, only to speak louder to you. “You’re doing so good…” 

“Thank you, Pero.” You remove yourself, gasping above him. And while looking down, you see more of the clear liquid pearl out. “I like the taste of it…”

Before he can say anything else, you dive back down, lapping at the liquid. A feral noise is released from his throat, his hips bucking up into your mouth. You engulf him once more, but it’s not long before he removes himself from your throat. Pulling on your hair, he yanks you off of him, hearing your surprised gasp. 

“What did I, did I… did I do something wrong?”

Surging forward, Pero grabs your face with his hand, holding your cheek and jaw as he leans in. 

“Dulzura,” He growls to you, resting his forehead against your own. You’re leaning forward, resting on your palms as soon as he brought you in. “You’re filthy now. You’re going to make me cum.” Eyes dropping down, he swipes his thumb across the pillowy-soft skin of your lower lip. “And I’m going to; right in this pretty mouth.” (sweet girl)

You’re still gasping for air, and fully dressed, mind you. Right now, any and all pleasure revolves around him. And you’re not complaining one single bit. 

His eyes then return to yours, staring right into your fucking soul. “And you’re going to swallow it down, pequeña. Every bit of it.” (little one)

When you don’t respond, he grunts out, “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Pero.”

“Oh…” he grips your jaw harder, baring his teeth briefly before he says, “I love when you say that.” 

And he really does. You’re just so compliant for him. 

“Do you want me to say it more?” You ask sweetly, almost teasingly, and it makes him tilt his head curiously at you. 

“Quite the little minx, aren’t you?” He slowly grins, pulling you in sharply by his grip on your jaw. “I will make you say it more. I will make you beg for more.”

His response makes you whine; how much more could you want this man? 

“Get on your knees for me.” Your warrior then demands. “I want you to taste it.” 

“Taste it?”

“My seed, sweetling, the seed that will soon fill your belly.” And then he kisses you, a harsh and fiery embrace, removing his lips only to say, “Get on your knees.” 

The pulse pounding in your veins seems to stutter a beat when he says this, the imagery of him being inside of you almost too much to bear for your inexperienced mind. Regardless, you return to your knees for him, willingly, eagerly, wrapping your lips around his tip and beginning all over again. Well, not all over again. He’s still hard for you, still aching to be touched to completion. 

“Like that, little thing,” Comes his punched-out grunt, feeling you take him into your mouth much quicker than before. “So eager for me, aren’t you?” He boasts from above, smiling. “So eager for more…” 

Inside your mouth, he pulses against your tongue, his shaft wet and slippery from your spit. You allow it to spill from your lips, drooling over his cock and onto his pelvis. And Pero’s hands return, aiding in the smooth slide of your head as you move up and down on him. Your insides burn with desire, your hips and sex tingling with anticipation. How will it feel when he finally touches you? When he’s inside you? Will he be gentle, or rough? He certainly has the muscles to do whatever he wants, to fuck you into the matress until you’re crying out from it, from him. 

“P-Princesa, do not move.” He begs breathily further up on the bed, his eyes pinching shut as his hips begin to move. (princess)

Forcefully they thrust upwards into your mouth, punching himself down your throat. You gag around him so intensely that you go to move back from him, but his hands keep you down. 

“Stay still, princessa; breathe. Breathe for me.” (princess)

He’s selfish with it, helplessly indulging in his pleasure. His pure instincts are truly gluttonous, seeking everything for himself without concern for others. But he does his best to think about you, to treat you kindly, gently. But not now, not in this moment. He feels his release coming, and he knows where he wants it to be. 

Breathing in through your nose helps to stabilize you, but just as you do, you’re thrown through another loop. Suddenly, a hot rush of liquid fills your mouth, shooting past your lips and begging to slide down your throat. His hips are jerking erratically against you, the strength of his arms allowing you little to no movement and therefore offering no other option than to swallow him. Closing your eyes with a short groan, you do, coaxing the thickness of it down your throat. It’s salty, much saltier than the droplets that slipped from his tip before. He’s pulsing profoundly inside you, throbbing against your tongue as rope after rope is released into your throat. And the sound he makes is sinful to say the least, an incredibly raw and powerful groan forcing itself from his throat. 

Pero can feel your nails digging into his thighs, can feel the soft swallowing sounds as you coax him down. Your nose is nearly touching his base, the curly hairs scattering his pelvis just barely brushing your face. And it makes him grin, the crudity of it, having a virgin suck his cock like this. He’s defiled you, yet again; and he can’t wait to do a thousand more unspeakable things to you all over again. Because tonight, you are for him. 

“Ugh,” He groans loudly, the muscles in his glorious body flexing. 

The remaining remnants of his seed wash over your tongue, trickling out to follow the rest of them down. When the pressure on the back of your head ceases, you immediately release yourself, lifting your mouth off of him. You cough from it, swallowing again as you can still taste him. 

“It was overwhelming,” He sits up, his presence pushing you back a bit. “I know.” Pero’s hand finds your cheek, storking it softly. Your face is flush, your hair slightly a mess, and you look so pretty to him like this. “And you did so well.” He leans in to kiss your cheek, your neck, pushing you further back. “It was perfect, mi niña…” (my girl)

In one swift motion he’s turning and shoving you down onto the bed. You land with a huff, his kind words an incredible distraction to you. His body immediately covers yours, his hands sliding between you and the sheets to grab at your ass. He presses himself into you, mouthing hotly at your neck as he truly begins to give in. 

“You did so well, bonita, you know that, don’t you?” He’s leaving marks on you, little bites of painful pleasure all over your throat. (pretty) 

“Oh…” It’s a small moan, one released with a smile. 

Your body wiggles excitedly beneath him, his praise making your confidence bloom brilliantly inside. Before you even realize what he’s doing, his hand is removing itself from your backside and sliding down your front. 

“Let me see,” He mumbles against you. “Let me see the beauty of you.” 

Pero’s words make you nervous all over again. Your confidence shrinks just the slightest bit as he travels down your body, untying your small shoes before tugging your stockings off of your legs. Sliding his fingers beneath your dress, he hooks them around your panties to pull them off. 

“Mm, Pero…” You whine, feeling his knuckles just barely brush your sex. 

“What is it, cariño?” He asks you sweetly, though he doesn’t stop his movements nor does he look up at you. He does kiss your calf though, his lips soft and tender against you. (baby)

“Oh…” 

“You’re dripping…” He moans, eyeing the panties he’d just removed from you. Immediately, his hand returns to your still-hidden space, fingers brushing against your naked folds.

“Oh!”

It’s a brief touch though, retracting his hand before you can even experience much. But what he does once he removes his fingers from you… that’s what really gets you. 

“Pero,” You release an astonished gasp, eyes widening as you watch him lick the taste of you. 

It’s a simple swipe, running his tongue along the thick digits he’d used to touch you. You’d never seen a man do this, never even heard of men doing this. And Pero didn’t do this with every woman, not unless they were a virgin. He’d had sex with whores before sure, but licking the intmate space between their thighs? He reserved that for the most innocent women he could find. 

“Sh… you delicate thing.” He murmurs to you, looking deeply into your kind, sweet eyes. “Let me please you, let me see you…” And then his hands are urging you up, fingers quickly fumbling with the strings of your ties. 

He undoes them expertly, easily, watching it fall from your form. He doesn’t even drag it away before he’s gawking at you, at the sight of your naked tits. His eyes widen, the look on his face an entirely new expression. He almost goes soft, sweet, just from staring at you. Leaning in, he says, “Asombrosa…” (amazing…) 

“Pero…” While watching him cup you with both hands, you whine. 

You’re thankful he keeps your dress partly on; it covers most of your stomach. But those grateful thoughts disappear as soon as his hands drop, tugging your remaining clothing away from your body.

“P-Pero, I…” You stutter, hands moving to cover your body. 

As he drops your dress to the floor, he looks at you questioningly. He furrows his brows, but not angrily, curiously, almost worried. 

“What is it, pequeña?” He asks, moving closer to you, his voice quiet and soft. “Have I made you uncomfortable, sweet thing?” Pero could often be selfish but with women, he did his best to keep their inner emotions in mind. (little one)

“No, no,” Not wanting to worry him, you shake your head. But your hands don’t move. “I just, I don’t want you to be… disappointed.”

“Disappointed?” He tilts his head at you. “How could I be?” Leaning in, he places a gentle kiss on your cheek, and it makes you grin. 

“I’m not, I don’t,” Giving up, you release an aggravated breath. “I don’t look like them.” And when you see his unknowing expression, you clarify for him. “The other women that surround you.” 

“No?” He questions, raising a brow. “And what do you look like?” 

“I’m… bigger.” 

“Better.” Comes his immediate response, shuffling closer to you. “More to grab, and bite.” He leans in, nipping at the skin along your collarbone. 

“Do you truly think so?” 

“Hermosa, why do you presume I chose you?” He questions, and it makes you think. “I told you I liked the way you dressed, the way it looked on you.” (beautiful)

Pero’s voice is low and tantalizing as he whispers into your ear, grinning when he kisses the shell of it. “I want you, hermosa.” He clarifies yet again. “How many times must I say it?” (beautiful)

“Pero…”

“Will you let me pleasure you, now?” He asks almost impatiently, but with a grin. He’s teasing. “Show you how true my words are to you?” 

Turning your head to face him, you mirror his delighted expression. Your hands rise to either side of his face, muttering a happy yes before your lips connect. 

Immediately after this, his hands fall to your own, removing them from your curvaceous body. Reading his body’s signals, you lay back for him, watching as he advances. When your head hits the pillow he all but dives in, cupping your breasts again and bringing his lips to them. He moans against you, kissing the soft skin of your chest. And pleasure shoots throughout your body, feeling him fondle you like this. His mouth is warm as it moves over you, mouthing at your boobs before biting them gently. He pushes them together, licking up the valley of your cleavage before sucking one of your nipples in.

“Oh…” Immediately, your hands rise to his face, cradling him as he begins to suckle on your nipple like a newborn babe. It’s erotic, the waves in your hips and lower stomach pulsing inside. “Pero, yes…”

He hums contentedly at your wording, removing his mouth to let his tongue lay out. He runs it across your nipple, over and over again, all while his hand works your other breast. He takes your unattended peak between his forefinger and thumb, tweaking it gently. It makes your fingers dig into his hair, makes your nails scrape softly across his scalp while you whine. 

To your surprise, Pero moves down your body, kissing your ribcage and stomach in the process. It makes you want to curl in on yourself until he shows you how truly glorious he finds the hills and valleys along your god-like form. He squeezes your breasts one last time before his hands too follow the path his mouth has made. And while continuing to surprise you, he then lands between your legs. Gently, he spreads them, closing his eyes and humming quietly as he works. He knows how to please a woman in more ways than one, and he’s excited to show you. 

“Pero, what, what are you…” Curious questions spill from your mouth as you lean up to look at him, wondering what he’ll do. But he doesn’t answer you. Instead, his eyes open, mouth dropping to lay his tongue out against you. You hiss in shock, almost as if you’d touched a surface that had been hot. Your legs twitch beside him, body tensing briefly from the foreign sensation. And he gives you an open-mouthed smile, sliding his tongue up the seam of your soon to be impure sex. 

“Oh…” 

“How does it feel?” He asks, quickly licking his lips. “To have a man's tongue on you?”

While awaiting your answer, he slides a finger into his mouth, keeping his look directed at you. And when you don’t answer he tuts at you, bringing that same digit down to your center. He slides it along your sensitive lips, smirking when you inhale a tight breath. 

“It felt… so new.” 

“Yes?” He asks, tilting his head. You nod, “Yes…” It’s said as he slides his finger into you; you’ve never even put your own fingers inside of you. 

“Oh,” It comes out dramatically once it’s entirely inside you, that cocky grin creeping across his face. 

“This feels good, too?” He asks almost innocently. But he knows what he’s doing to you.

“Yes.” Breathlessly, you nod, feeling him begin to pull it out before sliding it right back into you. “Oh!”

You weren’t expecting his mouth to return, but it does, his tongue flicking across the most sensitive part of your sex. 

“Mm…” The sound is muffled by your center as he presses his face into you. And when he does this, he becomes greedy, ravenous, wanting more of you. 

While he intended to start out slow, it’s not long before he’s shoving another finger into you and feeling the tight clutch of your walls around them. Gods, he knows he’s going to be such a stretch for you. And lord, you’re writhing for him, squirming on his bed while your hands grip his sheets. He has to lift a hand, pressing it onto your lower belly to keep you down for him. He’s punching them up into you, sloppily lapping at your tingly little bud as it shoots pleasure through you. Before long, you’re freeing the bedsheets of your sporadic grabs and replacing the comforter with his hair. Your fingers cling to him, shamelessly shoving him further into you. And he moans, dear god, the sensation absolutely rolling through you. 

It’s all so new, so new and incredibly ethereal to you. Do all men feel like this? Will all men treat you this way? 

“Pero,” It’s an incredibly passionate moan, floating freely from your lips as you sing a melodic song for him. “Pero…” 

“This will prepare you,” He then grunts out against you, his humid breaths fanning over your sensitive skin. “This will prepare your body for me. Such a tight, tight little thing.” 

“Pero, I want you.” 

“I know you do, precious thing.” He coos, smoothing his hand over you. He rubs the thin skin of your lower belly, a loving gesture while his mouth and fingers continue to wreck you. “Relax for me, pequeña. Let me feel it unravel within you…” (little one)

The taste of you is a weakness for him, your tangy essence dripping out onto his hand. You’re so wet for him, he’s almost unable to believe it. He can feel himself rising again, wanting to be inside you, to claim you, to ruin you. 

When Pero crooks his fingers inside you, pressing them up into an all too pleasurable spot, a sensation begins to overcome you; it’s something that almost feels weightless to you. For a moment, you become numb to it all, numb to the incredible pleasure that you’re feeling. Since the moment he’d slid a finger into you, you felt the gradual build of something entirely new, a sensation growing inside that almost frightens you. You can feel it coming, the intense wave washing over you. Ever so slightly, your body curls, your back then quickly arching. 

“I, oh… oh…” You’re not sure what to expect from the first high you’ve ever experienced, but this was more than anything you could have imagined. Your body practically vibrates from it, each limb tightening as your hips now move of their own accord. And Pero only continues, forcing his fingers up against that deliciously delicate spot inside you, all while keeping his lips and tongue pressed to your fluttering heat.

He presses you down, grunting as he brings this euphoria to you. And it flows freely through you, making you grin and giggle quietly as you experience it. A sharp gasp at first, but now a wonderful laugh, a weak one, followed by a chorus of elegant, erotic moans. 

“Beautiful thing,” Comes his hurried breaths, lips moving incessantly as he rambles over your slippery lips. “Doing just what I tell you to…” You really do listen so well. In the same breath he removes his fingers, using both hands to spread open your sex. 

“Yes, yes…” It’s all you can say, over and over again. Your insides feel as though you’re about to burst, the overt brazenness of it all making you lose your absolute mind. 

He leans in, licking into your entrance with small, delicate swipes. And to say you were surprised would be an understatement, though you’re learning to expect the unexpected tonight. He moans boyishly at the taste of your cum, lapping it up as though you were his favorite dessert at the feast less than an hour ago. You can’t believe how much he’s indulging in you tonight. 

Before you can even catch your breath, he’s crawling over you, returning his lips to your jawline and neck. He’s grinning, too. 

“Will you let me?” Leaning down, he gives your shoulder a small kiss while he asks you. He then runs his curved nose along your jawline, filling his nostrils with the smell of your pretty scent while he continues panting above you. “Will you let me take it, princessa?”(princess)

A heated wave washes over your face, your hands rising to his scruffy cheeks as he continues to kiss your body. He grinds himself into you, into the naked space between your legs. 

“Let me take it from you,” He coos, running his nose over the column of your neck. “Let me show you how good it feels.”

“Yes, please.” Gulping, you nod, fingers brushing over the short hairs littering his cheeks. “Take it Pero, take it from me.”

“Mm…” It’s a groan, a long and happy one as he smiles against your throat. 

Sloppy, open-mouthed kisses are placed along your neck, shoulder, and collar bone. You can feel his erection pulsing lightly against you, rubbing it over your inner thigh. And the realization of it all seems to hit you at once. 

“Will,” Your voice is quivering again. “Will it hurt?”

“Maybe,” He responds honestly, lifting himself to kiss your cheek. “But only for a moment, princessa.” (princess)

Pero knows how rough other men can be, and it sickens him. Women are beautiful creatures, things to be cherished. How could a man ever find pleasure from a woman in discomfort or pain? To him, seeing a woman fall victim to the pleasure he brings makes him thrilled inside. He gets off on it, seeing others happy and at peace with euphoria flowing through their body. 

“Do you still want me?” Pero then asks, reaching down to grab himself in hand. He watches your lips part with a small breath when he swipes the head through your folds, furrowing his brows as he takes in your reaction. You nod slowly. 

“Yes…” 

“Tell me honestly.” He prods further, releasing a short grunt when you press your hips upwards against him.

“Yes Pero,” Comes your breathy response, and this time, you grab his face to make him look into your eyes. “Take me.”

A heated breath forces its way past his lips, all but surging forward to connect your mouth with his. He kisses you until you see stars, moaning gently as you taste his spit and feel his plush lips. And while he distracts you with his mouth, he begins to slide in, a slow and gradual movement as you adjust to him. 

“P-Pero,”

“Sh…” He immediately responds, but it’s gentle. “I know, preciosa, I know…” (precious) 

“Oh,” Tossing your head back, you give in to him, taking in a large gulp of air as he continues forward. 

When he’s halfway in he removes his hand, lifting it to hold the back of your head. He hums against you, both of your eyes closed as he experiences you like this, while you experience him like this.

“Take it for me,” Pero whispers to you, pressing his lips to your ear. “Take it just like you did before.” 

His words prompt you to think back to your first act together, when he’d slid himself into your mouth. That was a struggle at first, but before long it was pleasurable, both of you fully enjoying it. And this is just the same. He’s a large stretch for you, a heavy intrusion, but the girthiness of him makes your tummy stir, makes your arousal begin to churn. 

“Will you do it again, princesa?” (princess)

“Y-Yes,” You say it as he bottoms out inside you, listening to the forceful hiss he exudes. 

“So good,” Comes his instant praise, letting himself rest against you, allowing your body to adjust to him. “Such a good little girl for me.”

“Hm…” You smile, pulsing around him. Gently, your fingers run through his hair, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “No one’s ever spoken to me that way.” 

“Only I will.” He declares instantly, “Only me.” And that’s when he starts to move.

Even though it’s a gentle slide, it makes you whine all the same. You smile breathlessly while clenching around him, feeling both of his broad hands make their way down to your ass. He grabs your cheeks harshly while he grinds into you, and the cry you elicit from it makes him choke out a groan. Pero’s heavy and humid breaths return, wetting your skin as he huffs out above you. 

“M-More,” You find the courage to whimper out. 

“More?” He asks incredulously, shocked by your request. 

“More.”

Lowering his head with a growl, he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth before picking up the pace he’s built for you. A shrill whine claws its way out of your chest upon feeling him do so, the steady rocking of his hips continuing with much more force now. He growls against you, the vibrations of it rumbling across your chest while he sucks on you. And his hands roam, too, sliding up from your ass to caress your body, fondle your boobs, feel every single inch of you. 

“Pero, Pero… Pero, ah!” Pressing your head back into the pillows, you cry out for him, genuinely surprised by how well you’re taking him. And he is, too. 

“This is what I’ve wanted,” He admits, “I’ve wanted you.” 

“Ngh,” It’s a harsh, guttural gasp, fingers digging into his dark locks. 

He licks your chest while he fucks you, growling as he becomes more and more pent up inside.

“Your gorgeous body,” He gasps out against you, kissing the plump curves of your chest. “It is mine now, you are mine now, princesa.” (princess)

“I know, Pero.” You exhale a breathy laugh, happy to finally admit it aloud. “I know.” 

He’s doing his best to be gentle while giving into his own needs, too, but in truth, this isn’t enough for him. He’s enjoying you thoroughly but he needs more of you, needs to do more to you. 

“Bonita, mi bonita niña.” He practically begs, removing himself from you. And you cry wantonly when he does, reaching out for him; you desperately crave his touch. “Turn around for me. Please, bebé.” (pretty, my pretty girl) (baby)

It’s almost as if you’re unable to do what he tells you, like your limbs have gone to jelly and your mind is somewhere else. Your body is his, entirely here for him. And it couldn’t be more thrilling to you. 

When he sees your struggle he grins, reaching down to grab your hips. Roughly, he flips you over onto your stomach, hauling your hips high into the air in front of him. 

“Tired girl,” He teases, “You don’t know what tired is, not yet.” It’s a challenge, one that intimidates you. 

Before you can respond in any way, he’s entering you, punching the breath from your lungs even though he does so gently. With a cry of his name, you crumble for him, laying on your forearms while he tightens his grip on your hips. He slides into you much easier this time, though the stretch is still a bit painful for you. But he moves quicker this time around, too, turning any feelings of pain into sweet, unyielding pleasure. 

The sounds that fill the room are the filthiest you’ve yet to hear in your lifetime, the sound of his skin slapping against yours, the wet squelch of your soiled sex, your erotic moans and his forecful grunts. It’s so much more than you ever even dreamed of, and you’ve dreamed of this for so long. 

“Yes…” He grits out, briefly baring his teeth. With one hand he reaches out, smoothing his palm over your back. It does well to calm you, to help you feel comfortable and secure. 

Your body rocks with every movement he makes, shoving you over and over again against the sheets. He’s hitting you so deep, delving into you so hard, it’s as if you can’t even breathe. Every inch of your insides are spasming around him and the act of it all is incredibly overstimulating, even more so when he reaches down you to grab your chest. He’s leaning over you, his firm and muscular torso pressing and rubbing against your back. His mouth returns, too, biting and sucking on the muscles and skin of your upper shoulder and neck. 

“Pero!” You wail, jaw dropping as he continues to hammer himself into you.

He’s grunting into your ear, breathing heavily against you. He’s finally fucking you as hard as he wants to, as hard as he’s wanted to fuck a woman since he’s been gone. 

“A little more,” He pants out from above you. “A little more, preciosa niña, and then I will care for you.” (precious girl)

You’re not sure what he means, and while his brute force is entirely overbearing, you wouldn’t dare ask him to speed up the process or stop. You want this to last; you don’t know if you’ll get this again. 

Pero’s hips jut harshly against you, the strength in his thighs propelling him forward again and again. The hand he isn’t using to lean on fondles you, grabbing your tits and pinching your nipples when he can. It makes the adrenaline and euphoria mix and fizzle inside you, your lungs desperate for air as your fingernails dig into his new sheets. 

“Y-es!”

He smiles when he hears your passionate groan, eyeing the way you clutch his sheets. But his smile is quickly replaced with a look of awe, a genuine expression as he groans forcefully. Pero’s muscles tense above you, his body curling into your own. He holds you tightly to his chest, allowing you to feel every one of his deep and erratic breaths. The movements of his hips become sharp and jagged, unlike the rhythm they’d originally began. 

“Pero…” 

“Stay still,” He quickly demands, still holding you against him. “Stay still for me, cariño.” (baby)

“A-Ah…” You release a stuttered moan, feeling him push your body forward in long, languid rolls. 

He pumps himself into you, pulsing as he finally releases exactly where he’s wanted to. And he smiles as he does it, his chest constricting as he feels his seed flow into you. You do as you’re told, too, staying perfectly in position for him. 

“You did perfectly, bebita.” He praises you, kissing your shoulder while the last drops of him drip inside you. (baby girl) 

“Oh…” You moan, concentrating on the feeling of him flooding your womb. It’s warm, just like it was before, and it makes you shudder beneath him. 

Pulling out carefully, he keeps his hands cemented to your hips. You were tired before, surely you’re exhausted now. And his prediction is right, so, he keeps you up for a moment before gently laying you onto your side. 

“Pero,” You huff out a whine, holding your hands out to him again. “Please.”

He grins, knowing how much you love body contact. And how could you not? He’s so warm and firm, so strong as he rests above you. He brings himself in, looping his arms around your back and sighing deeply while resting his face in the crook of your neck. This is also something he didn’t often receive when laying with whores, intimacy. And he really likes the feeling of it with you. 

“Will you stay with me?” He asks gently, kissing your neck. “Tonight?” 

Pero then looks down, lifting himself slightly. He grabs your dominant hand, kissing the top of it, and then makes his way up your arm, dragging his lips across your collarbone before inevitably returning to your neck. He’s already cum but he’s still so affectionate with you. It’s like he can’t get enough, like he doesn’t want this to be over. 

“I want more of you.” He whispers, kissing your ear while his hot, sturdy body rests above your nearly limp form. 

He isn’t sure what you’ll say, whether or not you’ll accept his offer to stay. But with everything in him, he hopes that you do. He likes you.

“Yes,” It fills your heart with warmth, with joy, hearing him invite you. “Of course I will stay with you.” 

Turning your head to the side, you kiss his temple, feeling and hearing him sigh. “I want more of you, too. I really do.” 

It’s not that he’s overly concerned with your comfortability, but it helps when you reassure him of it. He takes it into consideration, though. After all, he can’t have a good time if you aren’t having one, too.

“You will lay with me, princesa?” He asks with a smile on his face, again kissing your cheek. (princess)

“Mhm,” You nod, moving a hand down to his chest. You feel the overwhelming need to show appreciation for him, for the man he was on the battlefield and that he chose to be tonight. 

Moving with your soft gesture, your position is slowly flipped, mirroring that of the first position the two of you found yourselves in tonight. He watches as you move, happily settling onto his back with a satisfied groan. He finds himself growing tired, too.

“Preciosa,” He calls softly, drawing your attention up to him. “I said I would take care of you.” (precious)

“Well… me first.” You respond girlishly, grinning. And he chuckles at you.

You begin to thank him, slowly working your way down his body all over again. He asks you why you’re being so vocally grateful toward him, and you answer honestly with, “You’ve made me a woman tonight, Pero, and you did so honorably…” Your voice is soft while you speak to him, eyes fluttering shut though his stay open while he watches you work. And you moan happily, sighing contentedly over his skin. You shower him in gratitude, your lips and tongue moving to kiss and lick his scars, his toned muscle and taut skin once again. 

He isn’t even sure if he’ll be able to cum again, but he likes the feeling of your mouth. And he likes the fact that you’re willing to try and taste his seed again. And even though it’s overstimulating at this point, he holds your head when you finally go down on him, bucking his hips up toward your mouth and moaning again. He’s tired, but you want to take care of him.

“Princesa… you are mine now. You are a maiden no more now that you’ve laid with me.” Pero wanting to stake his claim over you continues to excite you, smirking before sucking his tip into your mouth. (princess)

“I’ve ruined you for every other man,” He goes on, declaring something you didn’t at all expect. “And I want to keep you with me.”

Happiness blooms inside your chest. So, this won’t be the only time you have with him? 

Pero begins to babble while your mouth brings him bliss, feeling you sigh while tasting your own slick on him. He tells you how beautiful you are, how erotic it is to feel your body with his, to experience your reactions to him. 

“I’ve claimed you for myself,” Suddenly, he grips your hair harshly, gritting his teeth. “Mine.” 

And then he promises something else to you. “I’ve seen you before, preciosa, you don’t deserve to work the way you do. I will protect you, bonita niña. When I return from the next war, I will return to you.” (precious) ( pretty girl)

“You promise me?” Comes your tiny voice, pretty and no longer innocent eyes looking up at him. This isn’t any small promise he’s making to you. He wants you. For more than just one night. 

“Yes, mi niña.” He sighs, petting your hair with a loving gaze. “I promise you.” (my girl)

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Sloth

Dieter Bravo x Female Reader

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Word Count: 7k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) drug use, dirty talk, praise kink, tiny daddy kink, oral (m receiving), handjob, light nipple play, rimming, mentions of bisexuality, unprotected vaginal sex, cumplay, established relationship, fluffies

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A/N: co-written with @phnyx beta-read by her and @fishingforpike can’t stop won’t stop lmao

For some reason I find myself feeling incredibly iffy on this one, and I never feel this way. It could be because there’s a new element in here that I’ve never written before, or the fact that this one is a little shorter than “Pride and Envy” and “Gluttony”. Either way, I hope you enjoy my lovelies <3 don’t hesitate to let me know your thoughts

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It isn’t unusual for him to be this stubborn, nor is it for him to be so self-absorbed. But in a certain sense, you were attracted to it; and in that same sense, you hated yourself for it. How can a human live in a state of perfect balance while being in such disarray? 

When you came back, you walked directly into a cloud of smoke; not exactly a rare occurrence, nor an unpleasant one. Dieter had basically hot-boxed the room, and you could care less. It’s not like it’s your house. The two of you were staying out of state for a movie he was shooting, this luxury hotel being your home until he was done with his work here. And since your job was remote, setting up shop with your laptop at cafes became your regular routine.

He’d glanced up briefly when you walked in, giving you a barely-there nod before his brown eyes returned to the magazine in his hands, likely browsing some gossipy cover. He was tired, you didn’t have to know him to know that. While lounging on the couch, he usually wore his signature pajamas, the exact outfit he slipped into every time he came back from set. Those loose, striped pj pants, that long, pukish-green robe, and a purple short-sleeved shirt. But he must not have done his laundry last night, because today, he’s wearing something different, and wearing much less.

“You were never good at these.” You tease him, sliding your tongue along the edge of the paper.

“Yeah…” He sighs, leaning further back. “Don’t know why, though.” 

Dieter had always been good at rolling joints, he just liked to watch you do it. Or rather, he liked to watch your little fingers work, your tongue sliding along the paper shortly afterwards. You have a knack for it, he’ll give you that. 

After changing into some comfier clothes, you sat on the ground between the coffee table and couch, leaning against the cushions. Dieter was lying sideways, wearing that fluffy, dark brown coat that makes him look like a giant teddy bear, and he wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. The edges of it hang off his sides, draping onto the couch. The only other thing he’s wearing besides his jewelry is an incredibly old pair of dark gray boxers, short enough for you to see his teeny elephant tattoo. Reaching out, you gently poke it, tracing it with your fingernail. And it makes him giggle.

“Quit it.” He says playfully, smiling. He’s so ticklish.

But you still sigh, aggravated with him. You’d been asking him for attention, any kind of sexual or romantic touch, but he didn’t seem to be in the mood today. Now, don’t get him wrong, Dieter was just as sex crazed as he always was; he could never get enough. If he had the energy, he’d fuck you on the couch right now. It’s the fact that he’s so incredibly tired from his day, so exhausted that he’s unwilling to even try. Dieter had so many talents and knowing how to please you was definitely one of them. But on his lazier days, he just didn’t feel like using them.

“Dieter, please.” You beg, whining beside him as you hand him the joint.

Happily, he takes it, immediately lifting it to his lips with the lighter already lit in his other hand. His lips connect once on the bud resting on his lower lip, inhaling deeply.

“Aren’t you happy to see me?” It comes out as a small whimper, even though you don’t mean it to. But it makes him look over at you, furrowing his eyebrows slightly. 

The joint held between Dieter’s lips continues smoking from the end, now setting down the lighter he’d just used. With a heavy sigh and a small grunt, he changes his positioning, now sitting up to address you.

“Of course I am.” He reassures you in that gravely baritone; oh, he really is so tired today, isn’t he? 

Giving him your best innocent eyes, you then ask, “Then why don’t you want me?”

It’s the funniest thing, you being aroused by him right now. You came home to a completely baked, slightly buzzed, entirely soft Dieter. The man looked like he hadn’t showered since he’d been home nor washed his clothes in days. His hair is a mess, his outfit is ridiculous, and his surroundings couldn’t be messier. But to you, this was Dieter. Chaotic, lazy, disheveled Dieter. He’s your baby boy, your puppy dog, your big teddy bear. And even though he didn’t always take care of himself, he always made sure to take care of you.

“Oh kitten,” Dieter lifts a hand to run it over his face, releasing another heavy groan of a sigh. “I’m too tired. Don’t you know aallll I do in a day?”

He looks down to see you pouting, and you’re not faking it, either. “Sweetie,” He continues softly, “I had four fittings today, I’m exhausted! A star like me needs his time to relax, not do anything.” He waves a flimsy hand in the air, taking another puff of weed. 

“You never do anything,” You mumble, glancing down while twiddling your fingers. “Not when you’re home. Not with me.”

“You know that isn’t true.” He furrows his brows at you, exhaling the smoke. 

“Not lately.” You reply in that same mumbly tone. 

“I fucked you last night, sweetheart.” Leaning down, he gently taps your chin with his thumb. “Remember when I made you drool?”

You do remember, you remember it all too well. Dieter had you from behind, pinned down beneath his weight with a fist in your hair. Your knuckles still ache from how hard you were clutching your shared bedspread, your throat still a little hoarse from how many times he’d slid down the length of it. It also didn’t help that you were moaning for two-plus hours. 

“Baby,” Comes your sudden gasp of a whine. “I want it, I want it again.” 

Sure, Dieter was sex-crazed. But you could be, too.

“Dammit kitten,” He chastises gently, “You can be such a needy little thing.” 

Usually when he says you’re needy, it means he’s going to take advantage of it. But not this time. 

Laying back to breathe in the smoke once again, he sighs. “Can’t be bothered; daddy’s tired.” 

“Dee,” Comes your second whine of the night, that small word a reference to more than just his given name. 

Your head is leaning against the couch cushion, resting just beside his outer knee. Reaching between his legs, you slide your hand along his inner thigh, smoothing your palm over the center of his boxers. Looking over his form, you eye his jewelry, his tattoos, the sight of them making your throat feel dry, a tingle shooting through your thighs. And he hums out a gravely sigh.

“You want it that bad, huh?” Dieter then asks, a lazy eyebrow raised. Your eyes meet his, nodding just a little for him. 

The space beneath your palm rises just the slightest bit, hardening from your touch. While keeping his gaze, you smile. He’s so easy to excite. 

“Well,” He sighs, shrugging while giving you a teasing grin. “If you want it so bad, you’ll have to do it yourself, kitten.” 

In all honesty, Dieter isn’t sure what you’ll do with this proposal. Will you huff and walk away? Touch yourself in the bedroom until you’re satisfied? Or will you stay frustrated with him, waiting until late in the night or early tomorrow when he’ll likely want to fuck? Lucky for him though, he’s pleasantly surprised. 

“You want me to do the work today, baby?” You then ask, giving his semi a little squeeze. “Hm?”

“Oh…” Mouth dropping open, he nods. For a second there he really thought he wasn’t getting any tonight. “Hell yeah I do.” With a smile on his face, he wiggles his hips on the cushions, eagerly awaiting your next move.

“Huh,” You tut, clicking your tongue while staring up at him. “You sure seem to have some energy now.”

“Well,” He shrugs, rolling his eyes with a grin. And then he shifts again, situating his legs on either side of you. You laugh.

“You don’t even know what I’m about to do!”

“I know what I want you to do.”

“Selfish.” You roll your eyes, only partly joking. But he’s right, you were heading in this direction. 

“Yeah, but you like it.” He shrugs again, leaning even further back. 

God dammit, how could one man be so lazy yet so cocky? Although, when Dieter wasn’t feeling lazy, he had the ability to make you absolutely dumb, just like he did last night. He fucked you until you couldn’t take it anymore, until you were a babbling, compliant mess beneath him. So, maybe you can return the favor today.

Reaching up, Dieter takes a hold of his joint between two thick fingers, watching you from above. His lips connect briefly, sucking in before blowing out a small cloud of smoke. He does it while settling further back against the couch, spreading his legs a little wider for you. Slowly, your hands trailing up his calves, his thighs, fingertips squeezing the meat of them gently. When your tongue pokes out, wetting your lower lip, Dieter’s head rolls to the side, a sluggish smile crawling across his face. 

“Yeah…” Comes his heavy sigh, jaw dropping just slightly while he watches you move. 

By now, he’s fully hardened beneath your touch. The thought of sex alone was enough to get him riled up. While slipping your fingers over the edge of his boxers, tugging them down ever so slightly, he leans over to put out the bud in the nearest ashtray to his side. While reaching for another joint, one he’d rolled quite loosely, he lifts his hips for you, allowing you to slide his boxers all the way down to his feet. And as you follow them down, you give him kisses, placing your lips on the softness of his thighs, that delicate little elephant tattoo, trailing down to his calves, and sighing while you do. 

“Oh, baby…” It comes out as a quiet whine, looking up to watch his chest rise as he inhales deeply. 

Seeing Dieter naked, or in this case nearly naked, was always so satisfying to you. It was like a breath of fresh air, seeing the man that you love like this, completely bare for you. And honestly, Dieter had reason to be cocky. He was uncut, and while that may not be to everyone’s taste, it genuinely made you drool. The length of him was average, but his girth certainly was not. And you loved how thick he was, every inch of him filling you entirely and dragging pleasurably against your walls. 

“I love when you do this, baby.” He mutters, releasing a short grunt when you grip him gently. 

“Yeah?” Glancing up to meet his eyes, you lay out your tongue on the underside of him. 

Those sweet, brown eyes go soft upon seeing your beautiful face, your pretty mouth starting to go down on him. You slide your tongue up his shaft, watching him sigh while you look into his eyes. It’s done loosely, dragging his foreskin upward as you do it. But then you pull it back, looking down at his reddened head to flick your tongue across his slit. 

“Fuck me,” He moans, joint hanging on his bottom lip.

The curve of Dieter’s belly rises and falls, his hazy mind already swimming with bliss. He watches you lean up onto your knees, angling your head downward and allowing a trail of spit to fall onto his tip. With a smile on your face you pull his foreskin back, watching your saliva roll down his shaft. It’s not long after that that you take him into your mouth, wrapping your lips around his crimson head. 

“Oh,” He chokes, feeling your tongue slide over his delicate skin. 

Whenever you went down on Dieter, you made sure to go slow. To say the least, the man could cum quick. And you weren’t sure if he’d be up for round two tonight, so you make sure to take your time. 

Amidst his hazy state, Dieter’s head lolls to the side, eyes falling on the mirror not too far from him. The hotel you’re staying in is decorated lavishly, almost gaudy in appearance. And the six-foot mirror facing him is no different. While gazing into it, he smirks, watching as you go down on him. Jesus Christ, he loves this. He can see your pretty frame resting on your knees for him, nestled between his spread legs. And while watching your reflection, he pets at your hair, brushing some of it aside. You really were willing to do anything for him; and he doesn’t even need to work for it. 

Closing your eyes as you begin to work, you keep your fingers circled around his base, sliding him further and further into your mouth. Before allowing him into your throat you move up, tonguing his tip before swallowing him again. And while he’d sat up entirely straight at first, he now allows himself to relax, resting back against the couch and letting his head fall back. His dominant hand allows him to smoke, the other one landing on the top of your head. And although he’s too tired to put any real effort into this moment, when you reach his base, he still holds your head down so you can choke on him. 

This is when you gag, your movements graceful until now. Drool begins to drip from your mouth, wetting the longer hairs scattering his pelvis. He never kept himself trimmed, and for some reason, you kind of like it. 

“That’s it, kitten.” He grumbles, lifting his head to look down at you. “Such a messy girl for me.” 

Dieter’s mouth drops open just a little bit, the joint hanging on his lips when you gag again. But you stay down for him, you always do. And when he finally allows you to move you shoot backward, gasping for air. All he does is smile, taking in another puff of smoke. He inhales sharply, almost a hiss, before blowing the small cloud out of the side of his mouth. 

“You’re always so good at it.” Then he gives you a single nod. “Do it again, will you, kitten?” 

More than eager to comply, you go down again, taking him in one swallow and feeling the couch rock as his head thumps back against the top of it. He groans heavily, leaving the joint on his lips and bringing his other hand down to your head. Those talented fingers intertwine with your hair, scratching your scalp gently. And when you moan around him he pulses against your tongue, his hips shuttering ever so slightly. 

In the back of your mind, you’re thinking about what you can do for him, what will feel best, what he’ll enjoy most. Oftentimes, you thought about his other relationships, the ones before you. You considered what they brought to him, sexually and otherwise. It was like a challenge to you, and so far, you could do everything they did and more. And according to Dieter, you did it better than them, too. But there’s one thing you haven’t done that is currently popping into your mind…

From the angle you’re at, you can see him perfectly, his entire body. One thing Dieter certainly did not have was shame. Since the first night you slept together, he was all in. He spread his legs wide when you first went down on him, and this time is no different. Only now, you can see his sex entirely, his full length laying on his belly when you released him, his scrotum resting beneath the thickness of him… and that forbidden little space you’ve yet to befriend. Maybe he’d enjoy that. 

“Uh-huh,” He nods, the sound coming from his open mouth. He’s watching you move up and down, slowly twisting your hand beneath your mouth. 

Your tongue wiggles on the underside of him as you continue to bob up and down, moaning when you can and breathing through your nose. But the size of him sometimes made even that difficult. Dieter likes to see you struggle to take him though, his chest sighing out heavy breaths while you drool around him, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. 

“No, no,” He protests, urging you back down. 

“Sh…” You’ve lifted yourself from him, giving another ounce of spit before wrapping your entire fist around him. 

With excitement tingling in your belly, you lower yourself just a bit. You wonder how this will go. Will he like it? Will you? He’s talked about past partners doing it before, but never once did it cross over to you. And on the opposite end of this, Dieter’s done it to you, and you want to make him feel just as good. 

So you don’t give him too big of a surprise, you start out gentle, slowly making your way down. Your lips fall to his balls, licking and mouthing at them while he moans. And while you’re doing this, you jerk him off with firm, languid tugs. Inch by little inch, you creep down, your tongue sliding lower and lower while you continue to lick him. And above you, Dieter barely notices. All he’s registering is the euphoria flowing effortlessly through his brain. 

“Hm…” The hum you exude shivers directly through his center, the muscles in his thighs tensing from it. You notice this, lifting your free hand to massage the sweet meat of his upper legs, feeling him relax even further under your touch. 

Landing on the relatively smooth space between his scrotum and cheeks, you give him time to adjust, that is, if he’s even noticing. Moving your hand up to his tip, you give it a gentle squeeze, earning an unruly, erotic cry from him. He loves to be teased. And it’s in this exact moment that you make your first swipe, your tongue sliding along the tighter muscles you’ve yet to explore. 

“Uh-ugh,” Comes his punched out gasp, eyes shooting open to look down at you. 

At first, his reaction makes you nervous, an intense heat washing your entire body with anxiety. But you don’t stop, you just keep yourself there, meeting his gaze. He’s panting now, but he doesn’t say anything. So, experimentally, you do it again.

“Oh my god.” He babbles loosely from his mouth, fingers taking hold of the blunt he’d been smoking. He lets his forearm land on the armrest of the couch, letting the bud simmer between his fore and middle fingers. 

Again, another swipe, deeper this time. Your hand is still working him, and this is when you get a definitive answer on whether or not he’s enjoying this surprise. His head falls back again, a guttural groan released from his throat. Almost of their own volition, his legs spread even wider, hips lifting up a little higher. 

Wow, he really does want this.

“Y-Yeah…” Dieter stutters out a sigh, mouth falling agape while his head continues to lay back. 

“Mm,” Comes your enticed moan, excited now that you’ve been given full permission to do this.

When Dieter moved his legs wider for you, it allowed you to see more of him, too. His cheeks separated that much more, allowing you to wiggle in even closer to the space between his legs. This time, you go in slowly, sliding your tongue up the entirety of his hole. You can feel his tight muscles twitch beneath you, your free hand now dropping to his right cheek. Grabbing him, you open him even wider, feeling his cock throb in your hand. 

“W-What,” Dieter lifts his head, confused when you pull away. “What’re you doing?”

Reaching behind your back, you find the coffee table, pulling it closer to the couch. And then you look up at him, sliding both hands over his thighs. 

“Put your feet on the coffee table, baby.” All he can do is stare dumbly at you. “Let me lick you.” 

“Fuck me…” 

As if he’s too high to even move, you help him, leaning down to lift one foot onto the small table while he moves the other. Now, he’s got his thighs on either side of your head, both of his hands falling to the couch cushions as he searches for something to grab. He doesn’t let go of his joint, though, in fact, when you return to your work, he takes another breath. 

Looking back into the large mirror behind you, he grins breathlessly, watching you perform this new act for him. It’s so fucking sexy, watching you do this to him. The sight of it makes his muscles clench, your groan shivering through his hips. 

“Baby… yeah…” He moans deeply from above, pinching his eyes shut when you begin to lick him deep. “Just like that, oh yeah… that’s so good…” 

He’s twitching in your hand and pulsing against your tongue, the sensations almost too much for him to handle. And still he sits back, watching you do everything for him. The hand you’re not using to jerk him off wraps around his thigh, keeping him close, and he moans when you drag your nails across his sensitive skin. Every now and then your nose nudges his balls and it makes his head fucking spin. He can’t believe you’re doing this, he can’t believe you’re doing this for him. 

“B-Baby,” You continue to lick him, even through his passionate whines. His stomach and legs flex around you, his toes curling, his teeth digging into his lower lip. “That, that feels so good, you don’t even know…”

Dieter’s praise made you the happiest woman in the world. He was so much more experienced than you, so to know that even through the multitude of men and women he’s slept with, that he wants you… it was a feeling you couldn't even fathom until he gave it to you.

His hips push up, shoving his fluttering hole closer to you, wanting you to have the best access to him, all of him. And this is so beyond sexy to you, to hear him fall into a whiny, moaning mess from you licking his little hole while jerking him off. You never expected it to be so thrilling for you, too, the entirety of your being fizzling with excitement and adrenaline. 

While you’re tonguing his hole, prodding gently into the taut little ring, he looks up. He’s breathless when he speaks, his chest fucking heaving. “You look so good like this…” His voice is hoarse, and he clears it, swallowing briefly. “So pretty like this, kitten.” 

Your open-mouthed moan makes him whine, his tongue sliding over his bottom lip when he feels your own circle his asshole. And you grin at this, giving a small giggle from beneath him. 

“Still feeling too lazy for this, Dee?” You’re mumbling over his slicked-up skin, eyes flickering up to meet his.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop.” He immediately grits out, shaking his head. “Keep going, please keep going.” 

Closing your eyes once again, you let yourself dive in, moving your tongue incessantly against him. It’s grown sloppy, your motions erratic and almost frenzied. And he’s enjoying every fucking minute of it. When you let go of him, intending to bring your hand down to fondle his balls, he reaches out for you.

“No,” He begs, bringing your hand back up to him. “Keep your hand there.”

But then he doesn’t leave. He wraps his own hand around yours, the both of you jerking him off while he now thrusts up into your hold. It makes you gasp, seeing him this turned on by what you’re doing to him. Helplessly, he ruts up into your hand, keeping his grip on yours tight so the pressure feels just right for him.

“Yes, yes!” He nearly wails, and before you can say anything, before you can pull away and make him wait, he cums. 

It shoots all over his belly, some spouting all the way up to his chest. It comes out in gooey spurts, hot and sticky as it litters his skin. You moan while watching him, his head falling back while his eyebrows furrow, eyes pinching shut while his mouth tries desperately to hold onto the joint he’d been smoking. But he wants to open his mouth fully, wants to moan out wantonly. And while you’re enjoying the show of Dieter making a mess of himself, you continue tonguing him, rolling the wet muscle along the rim of his hole over and over again. It’s shocking, how much he cums, the amount of it sliding down his sides just a bit. That’s a shame, you wanted it in your mouth. 

“Oh my god,” He huffs out, chest heaving with desperate attempts to try and catch his breath. “Holy fuck.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Dieter nods breathlessly, shaking his head quickly in response. He closes his eyes, repeating himself before his dry lips meet with a swallow. And you can see him start to relax. He reaches to the side, grabbing the blunt he’d left in the tray as he returns to lay on his back along the couch. 

“Dieter,” Your whine makes his eyes snap open, head turning to the side. “I want more.” Your chest is heaving, you can’t help but beg. You do want more, you want more of those whines, more of those grunts, more his beautifully erotic expressions.

“Ride me,” He blurts out. “Fuck, ride me.” 

Immediately, you rise to your feet, shimmying out of the shorts you’d pulled on when you came home. You slide your panties off alongside them, now climbing on top of him. There’s a dirty shirt laying on the ground that you quickly grab, using it to wipe off his tummy. 

“You miss me? Huh?” 

You toss the shirt to the floor, placing your hands on his chest to lean forward. 

“Yes baby, I don’t ever get enough of you. You’re always gone, Dee, I miss you.” 

“Then show me,” He swallows again, steadying his breaths. “Show me how much you miss me, kitten. Maybe it’ll make me stay home for you.” 

He’s still hard beneath you, feeling the delicate skin of your lips rest on top of his shaft. Again, he keeps the joint between his lips, both hands reaching to squeeze your hips. And when he does, you lift yourself, keeping your eyes on his beautiful face while you position him. Dieter’s eyes are trained elsewhere, though, he’s gawking at the space where the two of you will connect. 

“Dee…” It’s an exasperated sigh, huffed out as you sink down. He stretches you wide, painfully so, your walls throbbing around him from the intrusion only when he’s halfway inside. 

He feels it, of course he does. “Fuuuck…” he groans, mouth hanging open. 

The small wiggle you give your hips when you’re entirely seated on him makes him grin. He releases a short and quiet giggle, one hand rising to trail up your torso.

“Take off your shirt.” He gently orders, eyes fixated on your covered chest. “Let me see your tits.”

You do as he says while forming a smile on your face. “Who’s needy now?” 

Dieter laughs, a cocky half-smirk on his face. “You know you love me.” 

As soon as it's off, those two large hands move to paw at your chest, cupping you gently before digging his fingers in. He holds them while you start to move, swaying your hips. 

“Oh, kitten,” He sighs, releasing your breasts. His dominant hand returns to his lips, taking a puff before removing the blunt. The other falls to his stomach, lazily brushing the pads of his fingertips across one of his nipples. “You really needed it today, huh?” 

“Mhm,” Nodding, you whine, too, closing your eyes as you move. “I need you, I need you, baby.”

“I’m here, kitten.” He coos to you, inhaling another deep breath of smoke. “I’m here.” 

Looking down, you’re met with the beautiful sight of the incredibly chaotic man you’ve chosen to love. He looks so scruffy right now, his hair a big mess and his cheeks littered with short, unruly strands. He looks so good below you, his curvy body moving slightly every time you rut yourself against him. 

You’re going slow, enjoying every moment of it, enjoying the stretch and your gentle sighs. When your head dips back, your lips parting to release a moan, Dieter reaches up to lazily grab your left breast, jiggling it in his hand as he grins. 

“Perfect,” He mumbles over the blunt he’s holding between his lips, still teasing his nipples. 

He rocks back and forth with every one of your gentle thrusts, and he’s so tired that all he can do is smile; he can’t even thrust. Besides, he likes seeing you take the reins like this. He’s surprised by how much you’re willing to do for him.

“Oh, fuck.” Out of seemingly nowhere, you change your pace, slapping your ass down onto his groin. He grunts out, eyebrows furrowing as you bring him a much quicker dose of bliss. 

“Dieter…” You moan, fingernails digging into his chest. 

You’re taking what you want from him, the languid pace you once created floating away like dust in the wind. You’ve wanted to fuck this lazy bastard all day, and you’re going to do it your way. And Dieter couldn’t love it any more than he currently does, he feels like a fucking god right now. Just sitting back, watching this beautiful woman grind on top of him while he gets high. 

He’s giving you little grunts and moans, his mouth hanging open as he breathes heavily. And he just stares at you, eyes flickering back and forth from your face to your tits to your gorgeous cunt as it takes him. His eyebrows furrow in disbelief, finding himself feeling lucky. You treat him so well. You always come home with a smile on your face, never forgetting to give him a kiss and a hug. Every day, you ask about the set, how filming is going, inquiring about how he feels about the script. If you’re not taking care of ordering the food, you’re preparing it, if you’re not making arrangements for your suite to be cleaned, you’re doing it. And by far the most impressive thing you do, is you manage to love him; even through all his shit, through his attitude and addictions. He should really learn to appreciate you more. 

“Baby,” You whimper for him, knowing how much he likes it. Biting down on your lower lip, you wiggle down onto him, feeling him pulse inside. 

“Fuck, you look so good like this.” He says with a breath of amazement. “I love when you’re on top of me.”

“Yeah? Even when you’re too tired to have me?”

“I might be tired, but I’m glad you aren’t.” He grins, that lazy, cocky smirk never ceasing to stir arousal within you. 

“Hm…” It’s a hum, an enticed one. “You like it, daddy? You like when I do this to you?”

“Oh kitten, you know I do. You’re so perfect, doing this for me…” 

Releasing a contented sigh, your head tilts back, and he wishes he could kiss your throat. But there’s no way in hell he can lean up that far right now. Not when he’s high and getting fucked out of his mind. 

Dieter’s eyes fall to the area behind you, zoning in on the reflection of your ass bouncing down against him. You’re such a sexy little thing, your entire body moving over his, always doing your best to please him. Your skin looks so smooth, is so smooth, the dips and curves of your physique was something that caught his eye immediately. Honestly, he can’t help but look at himself, too. Every time you lift yourself, he can see his cock slide almost all the way out of you before you’re plummeting down onto him again, his scrotum bouncing slightly from your forceful movements. The thick meat of his thighs jiggle beneath your own, your hips relentless in their search for his high. 

Eyes rolling back, they finally close, a low and guttural moan coming from his throat. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Again?” You couldn’t be happier to hear him say this. You love it when he cums more than once. 

“Again.” Dieter answers you, breath continuing to leave him. His eyes are still closed, his head nodding sluggishly. “Make me cum, please kitten. Please make me cum.”

“Mm… where are you gonna cum, baby? Inside me?”

“No,” You knew he’d answer this way. “Gonna pull out.” 

There was a very specific way Dieter went about cumming when you rode him. It’s not that he didn’t love cumming inside you, he definitely did. Oftentimes, he’d lick it out of you. But when you rode him, he liked to pull out and jerk himself off against your ass. It oozes out of him, spilling over his hand. And right after he’d bring it to his lips so he could taste it. 

“Oh,” He whines, his neck straining and veins protruding. “Fu-uck.”

Smiling down at him, you reach around, your dominant hand finding his scrotum. You cup him gently, fingers fondling the delicate skin as he nears his high. This is when he ruts up into you, the only time he’d done so tonight. His hips move of their own volition, punching up inside your core before his hands fly to wrap around your back, hauling you down to his chest. You squeal quietly as he does it, hands wrapping around his neck. You duck your face down to his shoulder, fingernails and teeth scraping along his throat. And while you’re busy doing this, he reaches down, pushing you further up on his chest so he can pull out of you. Forcefully, his fingers wrap around his shaft, tugging his cock harshly beneath your ass. Every time his fist moves up his knuckles graze the plumpness of your backside, helping to height his orgasm. 

The sticky-whiteness of it washes your skin, wet globs littering your ass and dripping down onto his hand. Since this is the second time he’s cum, there isn’t as much as the first time, but it doesn’t matter, not to either of you. He groans harshly when he feels your pretty lips kissing his tawny skin, your wondrous tongue poking out to lay over his neck. By the way you’re nipping at him, he knows hair and makeup will have to cover the hickeys up in the morning. And you like knowing that. 

“Fuck, fuck,” His hand moves frantically, milking himself of every drop he can give. 

Graceful fingertips pet over the hair scattering those squeezable cheeks, your nose running along the curve of his jaw. His eyes are pinched shut, lips parted as he revels in this. You lift your face just enough to give his cheek a kiss, smiling and humming against him. With his breaths picking up he removes his hand, lifting it to his face. He looks at the whiteness of himself coating every single knuckle, groaning quietly. Dieter then brings his knuckles closer, his tongue poking out to lick it off of his skin. 

“You love doing that, huh baby?” You grin against him, lightly scratching his scruff. 

He doesn’t answer you, he just brings his fingers to your lips. Looking to the side, he watches you take them in, tasting not only the remnants of his orgasm but his spit, too. Slack-jawed and staring, he can’t take his eyes off you. When he takes his fingers out of your mouth you reach up to keep him close, sliding your tongue through the mess of him. 

“I love you,” Comes his airy yet guttural admission. “I fucking love you so much.”

“I love you too, baby.” You’re happy to hear him say it after missing him all day. 

“I’m sorry,” He’s still breathing heavily, trying to calm his breaths. “I don't,” Then he swallows, his clean hand rising to hold the back of your head when you snuggle against him. “I don’t treat you like I should.”

“What do you mean?” You furrow your brows. “You take care of me.”

“More like you take care of me.”

“Okay, I’ll give you that.” You admit with a laugh. “But I know you love me, Dee.” 

“I really hope you do.” Dieter sighs below you, his body firm, steady. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you. You’re my person, baby.” 

Lifting your head, you stare down at him. “Baby, why are you so worried?”

“I just don’t want to lose you,” Dieter clears his throat, those warm brown eyes looking up sweetly at you. “And I know I will if I act like an ass.” 

“Well, don’t be an ass.” Shrugging, you playfully grin. “And you won’t lose me.”

But Dieter doesn’t smile, he isn’t joking. 

“I know you get tired baby, and you do deserve to relax. You work hard.” Well, as hard as he can on the set of Cliff Beasts Seven. Honestly, the better description would be he has hard days, long days. Dieter wasn’t necessarily putting his best foot forward to uphold his career. But he didn’t really have to. He did what he wanted, and honestly, people loved him for it. 

“You don’t get sick of me?” He’s feeling insecure about this. He knows he can be a lot. 

“Sure I do, sometimes I get really aggravated with you.” Honesty was always important between the two of you. “But I don’t ever stop loving you baby, and that’s what matters most to me.” 

For a moment, Dieter just looks at you. “I’m gonna marry you one day.” 

“Yeah? Is that a promise?” 

“A big fucking promise.” He nods, pulling you down to kiss you. And you smile into it, happy to be in the relationship that you’re in. You know you have something so many people want, not only a celebrity but a man who’s willing to love you through anything. And Dieter’s more than aware of how lucky he is to have you. Sexy, funny, incredible you.

When you climb off of him, retrieving your shirt and shorts, you get a rag so he can clean up. You bring him a clean pair of boxers and a hoodie of his that you’d found in your shared room, his brown fuzzy jacket now ruined. But he can get it dry cleaned no problem. 

“What do you feel like ordering tonight?” You ask, phone in hand. 

“Pizza?”

“We had pizza last night.” 

“Yeah,” He widens his eyes, rolling them. “Because it’s good.” 

Shaking your head with a cheesy grin on your face, you order your boyfriend what he wants. These were your usual nights, ordering in, cuddling, and turning on a movie. Oftentimes, they were documentaries. Dieter didn’t like movies that much, he sees enough actors on the daily. He knows most of them, too. They’re colleagues to him, not interesting celebrities he looks up to. Tonight, he picks out a documentary about the Amazon, grinning like a little kid when the koalas come on. 

“You want one.” 

“Sure,” You let him light the blunt for you, leaning on him while tugging a blanket over the two of you. 

“You wanna do LSD?” He then asks, glancing down at you. “I got some new ones.”

“You know, for one night I’d like to not trip balls.”

“Yeah okay, fine.” He rolls his eyes dramatically, and it makes you grin. Dieter slouches beside you, leaning on your body and wrapping both arms around you. 

“What time do you need to be on set tomorrow?”

He groans, running a hand over his face. “Eight fucking am.”

“Damn,” He responds with a disgruntled I know. 

Lucky for the two of you, tomorrow is a Friday, and thank fuck he has the weekend off. Maybe he’ll take you out to dinner, maybe even go to a club or two. Those nights are always fun with him. Honestly though, every night spent with Dieter was a fucking blast. If you stayed in, you’d both blare music till the sun comes up, drinking the night away while you sing happily. Those are the nights you’d usually do LSD. Those are also the nights he tells you about his craziest sex fantasies. But if you went out you got the chance to be spotted by the paparazzi, something you honestly both love. What can you say? You’re attention whores. 

“Well, you wanna shower together before bed? I can make you all soapy…” You run a hand down his belly, now full of pizza and pop. “Get you nice and tired so you can sleep like a baby.” 

“I’m already exhausted, but you know I like a challenge.” 

In his own head, he’s already planning out the weekend he’s going to give you. He’s considering booking a short vacation, take some time off and get a breather from set. Maybe he’ll bring you to Venice for a few days, make you cum in as many Italian cities as he can. He knows you’d like that. 

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Lust

Modern!Oberyn Martell x Female Reader

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Word Count: 15k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Mentions of hair, mentions of mental health, flirty Oberyn (always), age gap, praise kink, body worship, oral sex (f receiving), protected vaginal sex, slight cum play

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A/N: Holy motherfucking shit, this idea was absolutely amazing and all thanks to @fishingforpike. I’ve rarely seen Oberyn like this and I’ve never written him in a modern setting before but wow, WOW. 

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Just seconds after the paper flops onto your desk, you open your eyes, immediately releasing a disappointed breath. After not doing so well on it the first time, your professor was ‘gracious’ enough to let you retake it. You’d studied for more than ten hours for this exam, how could you fail it again?

“Really?” You whisper incredulously. “Twenty-one percent?!”

Professor McIntosh doesn’t even look at you, he just walks away. You had to beg him to allow you another chance, and now, you’re feeling dumb all over again.

“Professor?” You call timidly, looking up just as he’s sitting down on his desk. “Um, I… I’m not sure how I did so bad… again.”  

“Well my dear,” He sighs, glasses tilted down towards the other papers. “Neither am I.” 

Heavily, you sigh. Professor McIntosh seems nice, his reviews were good, and his degrees were impressive. But outside of all those details, he was just that, a professor. He only cared as much as he was paid. And he wasn’t paid much. 

“I have office hours later today.” He then informs you, deciding to extend to you some extra help. “It’s in the Browning Building. My office is 403, and my hours are between three and five.” 

Glancing back down at your paper, an entirely too big F stamped across it. You nod. “Okay.” 

Being that you’re on a different campus this year, locating new buildings isn’t exactly an easy thing. It’s about a month into the fall semester, and by now you’re comfortable finding all the buildings that your classes are in. But finding more? That’s not something you expected you’d have to do. Not for another semester, at least. 

On your way over to this building, you’d pulled up a map on your phone so you know where to go. It’s about a fifteen minute walk from where you were, all the way on the other side of campus. Great. You hate long walks, you’ve never been a walk-type person. It’s chilly outside, too, and you’re only wearing a pair of yogas and a fleece quarter-zip. But you don’t necessarily mind. The windchill isn’t too high today, and you’re wearing boots so you can successfully avoid any freezing puddles, too. 

“Browning, Browning…” Muttering, you continue to scan the buildings, looking at each one of their signs. You’re starting to shiver at this point, so you really need to get inside. “Brown!”

Finally finding the building, you scurry inside, exhaling a swift breath once you're through the front doors. Rubbing your hands together, you think back to what your professor said. 403…three and five. It’s three forty-five right now, so this is prime time for a visit. And once you find the stairs, you make your way up. 

Hopefully he’ll be able to tell you which categories to study for his next exam, give you a few pointers on different studying techniques. You were never a bad student, so to get this low of a grade is pretty shocking to you. Inside your bag, you’d brought all of your chemistry supplies, too, your textbook, notebook and pencils. Surely you can get something positive out of this.

“Professor McIntosh?” You ask aloud, your knuckles rapping against the open wooden door. But when you round the corner, that’s not who you see.

Instead of seeing a gray-haired man in his seventies, one who usually wears a black business suit that’s way too tight for him, you see someone… well, completely the opposite. This man has black hair, along with dark facial hair accenting the edges of his jawline and chin, as well as above his lip. He’s wearing a light brown, cashmere polo with a thin, gold chain just barely peeking out between the flaps of his collar. He looks to be in his early forties, and is wearing a pair of what you assume to be reading glasses.

“Can I help you?” The man behind the desk raises a curious eyebrow at you. 

“Oh, I um… is…” You poke your head in, looking around. This makes him chuckle. “Is Professor McIntosh here?”

“No,” The man returns, removing his reading glasses. “I’m Professor Martell.” 

He does so to get a better look at you. And when he does, he grins, but you don’t even notice it. He can tell you’ve been walking for some time, the cold making your cheeks slightly rosy and the tip of your nose shine. There are strands of hair framing your face, and they don’t exactly look like you styled them to be there. They’re strewn around your once neatly done braid, the majority of it resting on your upper back. You look a bit flustered, which he honestly finds cute. You must be new. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” You sigh, aggravated yet again. “I must have gotten the buildings wrong again.”

“What one were you looking for?”

“Browning - isn’t this it?”

“No,” He responds again, his smile displaying a small dimple. “This is Brown.”

“Wha - I… ugh,” Now, you groan, whining out, “Why would they have two buildings with nearly the exact same name?” 

Professor Martell chuckles at your mewling complaint, turning to look over at his computer. He makes a few clicks while you stand there, staring at your phone while trying to figure out where you went wrong.

“Here,” He speaks up, not looking away from his desktop. “I can print you out a map of the campus. It might be better to look at the whole thing instead of your phone.”

At this, you feel a little embarrassed, sliding your phone into your side pocket. You’re also surprised he took it upon himself to print a map out for you.

“Oh… thank you.” 

“My pleasure.” He responds kindly, standing to hand the piece of paper to you. “May I know your name?”

“Oh,” You feel a little dumb… once again. You should’ve introduced yourself to him, and now that he’s asked, you do.

His eyes glance over your frame quickly when you give him your name, a pleasant smile once again crossing his face. Sticking his hand out, you take it, shaking it gently. And wow, he’s warm.

“Well, it’s very nice to meet you.” 

Seeing him up close feels… surreal? Now that he’s standing, you can see his entire outfit. Below his cashmere sweater he’s wearing a pair of black slacks with a belt to match, and Oxford shoes, the same shade as his pants. He’s tall and surprisingly toned. And now that he has your hand, you can see that he’s also wearing a gold watch on his left wrist. 

He notices that your eyes are traveling, and when they return to his, you’re met with a smirk. Why do you feel nervous?

“It’s, it’s nice to meet you too, Professor Martell.” 

After a moment of eye contact, his brown eyes a mesmerizing hue, he releases your hand. 

“I’ve circled the Browning Building on the map for you. So you don’t get lost, next time.” 

You look down when he hands it to you. That building looks like another ten minutes away from this one. This time, your irritated sigh is internal. 

“Thank you.” 

“Of course, I’m happy to help.” Turning around, he makes his way back over to his desk. 

From this angle, you practically ogle his back. You can see his muscles move beneath his shirt, his gold chain glimmering in the light of the now-setting sun. Inside, your heart picks up its previously steady beat. 

“And please,” He continues, turning around while remaining on his feet. “Feel free to come by if you need help with anything else.” 

The way he says it makes you grin, and he mirrors it. Nodding, you glance back down at the paper. Turning around, you give him one glance over your shoulder. 

“Thank you.”

You’ll consider it.

Instead of walking another ten minutes across campus without the guarantee of finding the right building, you decide to call it a day and go home. Luckily, your apartment is only a two-minute walk from the Browning Building. And besides, maybe you can just try to study off of your own notes tonight. 

As soon as you walk in the door, you’re thankful to meet a small wave of heat. You live alone, so you get to keep the thermostat at whatever temperature you want. One of the many benefits of riding solo, in your opinion. 

Before you can even set your bookbag down, you get a text from your best friend. 

And you do, taking in the warm water and hoping it will soothe your gradually building headache. Chemistry was a bitch and so was getting used to a new campus. You also have to make a mental note to bring a jacket from now on. You love fall, but fuck the cold. 

“Hey,” After drying off and putting on some sweats, you set up shop at your coffee table before calling your best friend.

“Hey! So, what happened today?” She asks, taking a bite of the pasta she apparently made. 

Looking down, you organize your pencils and highlighters, flipping through your notebook.

“I got twenty-one percent on that fucking quiz, man.”

“Holy shit! How?!”

“Don’t even ask me, I have literally no idea.” 

“Are you studying now?”

“Yeah.” You respond blandly, yawning for a moment.

“You want me to go?”

“No way,” Comes your immediate response. “You’re the only thing making my day worthwhile.”

“Awe, I love you.”

Her response makes you giggle. “I love you, too.” 

But after flipping through a few pages, another thought comes to mind. “Well, I guess you’re not the only bright side today. I did meet someone.”

“Ooh, who?!”

“Don’t get too excited, it was a new professor.” You laugh, shaking your head at her. 

“Oh, which one?”

“Professor Martell. I didn’t even mean to see him today, honestly. Just went to the wrong building by mistake.”

“Aaaaand you consider him a bright side to your day?”

Your eyes widen slightly, a creep of heat crawling up your neck and to your ears. Did you say that?

“I guess,” Shrugging, you try to be nonchalant. “Do you… do you know anything about him?” Cori has been at this school longer than you. She could’ve had him as a professor before.

“Yeah, actually.” She responds after a moment. “I had him for chemistry last year.”

“Oh really? What’s he like?”

“Why do you want to know?” She teases with a smirk.

You shrug, trying to hide your own. “I dunno, my teacher isn’t really that helpful. Maybe he could be.”

“Mhm,” Cori responds, sounding unconvinced. But she tells you anyway. “Honestly, all my friends in that class thought he was hot as hell. I did too, he looks so good for his age.”

“How old is he?”

“Not sure, maybe mid-forties?” 

Damn, you think. He does look good for his age. 

“Everyone can tell he thinks he’s hot shit.” 

No wonder, comes your next thought, he looks like he is. 

“He was a pretty good teacher, though. But some of his students couldn’t get around the fact that he was a hottie with a body.”

“You’re so annoying.” You roll your eyes, laughing. She laughs, too.

“I heard one of them even tried getting with him!”

“Really?”

“Yeah!”

“How’d that go?” You joke, although you’re interested to hear her response.

“They got turned down. He’s never flirted with any of the students on campus.” 

Now this makes you think. It could just be wishful thinking, but it seemed like he could have been flirting with you. Maybe he was just being overly friendly? His smile didn’t seem too platonic. 

This conversation makes you think back to the map he’d given you, now moving to pick it up from where you placed it on the table. You look it over, nothing out of place or different. But upon turning it over, you find his office phone number and school email written on it. Your eyebrows rise ever so slightly, pondering this new information. Does that mean something? 

“What’s that?”

“A map of campus. He gave it to me, since I got lost.”

“Oh, that was nice of him.”

“Yeah…”

Cori narrows her eyes. “What?”

“He… put his phone number on it. Well, not like his phone number, but the one to his office, I think. And his school email.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Is that weird?”

“Well I mean, you’re not one of his students. So, I dunno.” 

After a moment of silence, she grins. “Maybe he wants to see you again.”

“Or maybe he just wants to help out a new student on campus.”

“I’d let him help me out.”

“Shut up.”

“Look, all I’m saying is that if you turn him down, let him know I’m available.” 

“Cori,”

“With open arms, and open legs.”

“CORI!”

You absolutely bust out laughing at her comment. You’ve known Cori for more than a year now, and you swear she’s your soul sister. Every time you talk, it puts a smile on your face. You’re beyond thankful to have her in your life. And more often than not, she makes a few good points. Maybe he does want to see you again.

“Oh my god, I don’t get this.” 

Shoving your face into your hands, you release an exasperated huff. This is the hardest class you’ve taken so far, and absolutely nothing makes sense. And to make matters worse, your teacher has stopped giving you second chances. This is the only class you’re failing, and it couldn't be more frustrating to you. 

“You could go back to him, you know…” Cori reminds you, watching you struggle with your homework over FaceTime.

“I don’t even know if he’d be able to help me.”

“Attractiveness aside, he was a really good teacher.” 

“I don’t want to bother him.” You mumble, tears of frustration daring to roll down your cheeks. Plus, the last thing you need is to feel dumb in front of him again. 

“Babe,” She says, sighing while she gives you a sympathetic expression. “He told you to come back if you needed help with anything, right?”

“Yeah.” You nod, sniffling while sliding your sleeves across your eyes. 

“Then go to him. Your stupid teacher obviously won’t help.”

Maybe she has a point. His office is less than five minutes away, too. If you clean yourself up and pack your things into your bookbag, you can make it there by five. Hopefully he’ll still be there. 

“Okay, I’ll call you back later.”

“I can’t hun, I have work.” 

“Oh,” You frown, your sadness only growing. “Okay.”

“I’m sorry,” She offers you a pout. “But I’ll text you tonight, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” With that, you hang up, looking forward to your friend’s text. Without many other companions and with your family living out of state, you relied on her heavily for comfort and company. One of the few downfalls of living alone was your lack of company. You’re an introvert, but you still liked to socialize occasionally. In truth, you often get lonely. But hopefully, you’ll be able to spend time with that professor tonight. Maybe you can make a friend out of him. 

You put way too much thought into your outfit, but you eventually settle for a comfortable sweater and some jeans. Tying your hair up, you slide on a pair of ankle-high boots, and pack your things. Before leaving you sling your backpack onto your shoulders, taking in a breath before heading out into the elements. Honestly, this might as well be hiking for you. But within a handful of minutes, you’re surrounded by the heat once again. 

“Professor Martell?” Comes your timid call, appearing in front of his door. 

The entryway is clear, the door propped open with a small stopper. And when you say his name, he looks up, those reading glasses perched on the end of his nose. With a smile on his lips he says your name, setting down the paper in his hand and rising. It’s been more than a week since he’s last seen you. 

“It’s nice to see you again.” 

Upon further evaluation, he acknowledges your somber state. Your shoulders are slouching and you look tired, eyes slightly red and puffy as if you’d just been crying. The center of his brows fold up just barely at this. What’s happened to you tonight? 

“It’s nice to see you, too.” Nodding, you step in, walking over to him. “I was um, wondering if you could help me? With studying?” 

“Of course,” He nods, furrowing his brows slightly. Gesturing to the seat beside you, he sits down in his own. “Please.”

You do as he says, taking a seat in the chair and setting your bag down on the ground. He rearranges his desk, making room in the center. He then clasps his hands together, placing them on the edge. 

“Have your grades not been doing well?” He inquires, taking off his glasses and folding them, hooking them on the center of his shirt.

He’s just as handsome as when you first saw him, and just as nicely dressed, too. Slightly, he tilts his head at you, that same concerned furrow creased on his brow. 

“Not really,” You mutter, looking down at your hands. 

“Okay,” Nodding, he thinks about what he can do. “Did you bring your textbooks?” 

“Yeah, I did.” 

“Okay, take it out, and bring your chair over here.” 

You’re surprised by his invitation, but you move without a second thought. Dragging the chair to the tiny space beside him, you reach for your bag, unzipping it to take out your book. 

“Okay, let’s see.” Professor Martell then says, bringing his glasses back up to his nose. “What chapter are you studying? And what professor do you have, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Um, chapter five, I think. And I have professor McIntosh.” 

He doesn’t say anything, he just nods. Reaching over, he folds open your book. You expected him to take it into his own hands, but no, he flips through the pages while it rests on your lap.

“Do you have a highlighter with you?” He inquires, looking up at you from his glasses.

“Yeah, I have a few.” Reaching back down you grab a blue one, bringing it up with you.

“Good,” Professor Martell nods. “I can show you the sections that you should pay the most amount of attention to.” 

“That’d be great! Thank you!” 

“Of course, darling.” He says to you, his voice quiet and smooth. 

The space you’re in is small, but you find yourself liking the closeness. It’s comfortable to you, and it’s comfortable to him, too. You’re nearly shoulder to shoulder and at this proximity, you can smell the cologne he uses. The aroma of fresh sandalwood surrounds you, the tones earthy, smokey and rich. It’s calming to you, and you inhale the scent of him happily, deeply. 

“You’ll want to highlight this section,” Pulling you back to reality, you look down. 

He’s pointing to the book, his finger applying the slightest amount of pressure. It’s just enough for the spine to dig into your lap, just barely brushing the space between your legs. 

“O-Okay,” Stumbling a bit, you swallow, doing as he says. 

“This one as well, love.” 

He’s pointing out the sections you should study, but for some reason, you can’t focus for shit. Every time he reaches out he brushes your arm slightly, that watch glimmering in the light of his warmly toned desk lamp. His office is decorated quite nicely, his desk, the side tables and shelves all made of dark wood. Each surface is either lined with books or decorated with some type of stone statue. There’s a plant off in the far corner near the door. There’s an antique clock on the wall and a picture of the city of Madrid on another. Professor Martell’s office exudes quite a sophisticated atmosphere, one you find both impressive and welcoming. 

The sound of your name drags you back to where you are and what you’re doing. “Is something distracting you?” 

“N-No, I’m sorry.” 

“As a professor, I’m here to help with your studies. But I’m also here to lend an ear, too. It’s important that our students are doing well outside of their classes, too.” 

His words make you feel comforted and safe, cared for, even though he barely knows you. But you did want to make a friend of him. Maybe he wants to be your friend, too.

“I, it’s just,” He lets you process, waiting for you to continue. “I’m new to this school and I’m struggling. I just got used to finding the buildings and I’m already worried about having to find new ones next semester. This class is kicking my ass and while my other ones aren’t too bad, it’s just a lot of work, and it’s overwhelming. And I feel like… I feel like I have no one around me.” 

“Why is that?” He asks, placing his elbow on the armrest of his chair and propping his chin on top of his fist. 

“My family doesn’t live around here, and I haven’t really made any friends. I have one, Cori, but she’s usually busy. I know she loves me and we’re very close, but I miss her. Especially on nights when I get lonely.” 

He offers you a soft yet concerned look, his heart breaking for you. He knows how you feel, though. 

“I’m sorry for dumping all of this on you.”

“Don’t be,” He returns gently. “I’m the one who asked you.” 

You smile shyly, looking down at your hands again. 

“I’m sorry you’re lonely, lovely.” He coos to you, and the nickname makes you flush. “Please know, you’re welcome anytime. 

“That’s nice of you to say.” 

“I mean it,” He lifts his head from his chin, that same hand falling to your forearm. “Being by yourself in a new place can be frightening.” 

It’s true, and it feels nice to have him sympathize with you. Slowly, his thumb rubs the skin of your forearm, watching as you release a tired breath. 

“Can I get you anything? Water or juice?”

“Oh no, that’s okay.” You shake your head, now looking over at him. “But that’s so kind of you.” 

Professor Martell tilts his head, a troubled look still coloring his face. He has such a caring nature about him. 

“Would you like to study any more tonight? You’re more than welcome to talk with me more, if you’d like to.” 

“No,” You shake your head, looking down at your phone. You’ve been here for about an hour, and you should probably be getting home. “I shouldn’t stay too much longer. It’ll be dark soon.” 

By now, the sun has begun to set, and it worries you. But there’s a soft, orange glow that’s reaching every corner of the room, and it does well to calm you. 

“You’re right,” He sighs, glancing at the watch on his wrist. He still hasn’t taken his hand off of yours. “Would you let me walk you home?” He then asks, looking up at you.

His comment stirs emotion in your chest. “Wha - really?” 

“Of course.” He nods, standing from his seat and prompting you to do so, too. Leaning down, he grabs his jacket from the back of his chair. “You’re quite the lovely thing,”

You’d moved around to the front of his desk, picking up your bookbag. When you hear this you stand up, a twinge of surprise vibrating through you. 

“Too small to be walking alone at night.” 

Everything he says makes your insides light up, the adrenaline in your body now rising. When you look over at him he’s shrugging on his coat, one with a mustard-y tone. And when he lifts his head to see you looking at him, he grins. “Is it okay that I walk you home, love?”

You feel breathless, nodding when you finally say, “Yes.” 

While holding the building’s front door open for you, he asks, “Did you see the phone number and email I left for you?” 

Shivering from the gust of wind, you emit a quick breath. “Oh yeah, I did see that.”

“Good,” He smiles, walking alongside you. “If you ever need help with anything, you can email me. That number is to my office, you can also call me, if you’d like to.” 

“That’s really nice of you.” Looking to the side, you smile, folding your arms up and shoving your hands into your armpits. 

“Are you cold?”

“Eh,” You shake your head. “Only a little. Just need to remember to bring a coat.” 

He thinks about offering you his coat, but ultimately decides not to. He doesn’t want to come off too forward with you. Professor Martell then inhales a deep breath beside you, sliding his hands into the pockets of his longer coat.

“Do you have any hobbies?” He inquires, following your lead on where to go. It has gotten quite dark out. “They might do you well. Distract your mind and help you learn something new. It could help you to feel happier, too.” 

“I actually don’t. I guess I like caring for the plants I have at home, but that’s about it.” Thinking over his comment, you then ask, “Do you have any?” 

“I do.” He nods, continuing to walk alongside you. Eyeing his surroundings, he admires the changing colors of the leaves. It’s one of his favorite things about this season. 

“Pottery.” His voice is deep, enchanting to listen to. “It’s quite calming, once you get the hang of it.”

“Oh wow, I feel like that would be so hard to do.”

He gives you an acknowledging nod. “Perhaps. I train in martial arts, too.”

Now this really catches your attention. “Really?” 

Seeing your shocked reaction, he laughs. “Yes, it’s quite a rewarding pastime.” 

“How so?”

“It feels good on the body.”

Oh god, why did he have to say it like that? This would explain why he’s so fit, too, and why he looks so good for his age. Body aside, he was also exceptionally handsome. His brown eyes show genuine emotion every time they look at you, his lips appearing plush and flirtatious when they curl, his dimple quite charming when he smiles enough to show it.

“This is where you live?” Come his next few words, noticing your pace slowing. 

“Yeah,” You sigh, looking up at your apartments. “It’s not much, but it’ll do.”

“It’s safe,” He emphasizes, turning to face you. “This is a good neighborhood, that’s what’s important.” Again, he already cares so much for you. 

With a smile you look up at him, and you suddenly realize how tall he is. 

“I really appreciate you walking me home.” Taking a leap, you decide to be honest with him. “Sometimes it really scares me.” 

“And I don’t blame you.” His response is easy, reassuring. “It was nice to see you again, dear.”

“It was really nice to see you, too. Thank you… for listening to me.”

“Anytime.” He grins, eyes briefly looking you up and down. You’re shivering. “There’s a cafe on the ground floor of the Browning Building, if you’re ever cold and need a coffee.”

“Oh really? Sweet, thanks for letting me know!”

“Of course,” Glancing down at his watch, he clicks his tongue. “I hope you have a good night, love.” 

“Thank you, you too.” 

With one last smile, you turn, walking up the stairs of your building. They’re on the outside, leading directly to the apartments’ front doors. And he watches as you go up, waving when you get to your door and turn around to see him. Lifting a hand, you wave back before unlocking your door, and going in. 

You think about going over the highlighted sections he showed you tonight, but ultimately decide to give yourself a break for the night. You studied, you cried, and then you studied again; you’re exhausted. 

The next two hours are consumed with a ramen noodle dinner and a true crime documentary. You’d turned your heat up again, slipping into some cozy pajamas and laying out on your couch. Try as you might, your not so pleasant emotions start to return again. And after the documentary ends, you’re reaching for your phone to text Cori again. You’d texted her once you got home, letting her know that you were safely back inside your apartment for the night. She hasn’t responded and you didn’t expect her to. She’s working the night shift and busy as hell, and while you’re more than understanding of this, it doesn’t stop you from missing her. 

Sighing, you put your phone down. You should stop bothering her. Cuddling back into the blankets on the couch, you feel tears begin to pool in your eyes. Why do you feel so lonely tonight? Lonely… I’m sorry you’re lonely, lovely. Maybe he could comfort you. No, that would be too inappropriate to do. He’s probably not even at the office, anyways. But maybe you could get his voicemail; his voice is so nice to listen to.

“This is so stupid, this is so dumb.” You mutter to yourself, pinching the bridge of your nose while the dial rings on the phone. 

A minute or so before calling, you decided that if he does pick up, you should have something prepared to say. You don’t want to sound like a mumbling fool on the other end of the line, so you thought up some random chemistry question to ask him. Like anything school related would be pertinent enough for you to call him at this time of night.

“Hello?”

You’re stunned he actually answered the phone. A jolt zaps its way through you, your eyes widening in your dimly lit living room. 

“Um, h-hi… Professor Martell. It’s um, it’s me.” He says your name questioningly. “Yeah,” You smile, liking how it sounds when he says it. 

“Hi,” He then says on the end of the other line, and you swear you can hear his smile. “How are you?” You’re surprised he doesn’t ask why you’re calling. 

“I’m uh, I don’t know.”

“Why are you up so late, dear?” He sounds kind and concerned. It makes the dam holding back your emotions break.

“I guess I just feel lonely again.”

“Oh, love.” He tuts on the other end, frowning to himself. “I’m here for you, sweetheart.” At this, your insides practically light up. He’s never called you that before. “Is there anything that caused it?”

“My best friend is working and I didn’t want to bother her. I tried to distract myself, like you said. But I don’t know, it didn’t work for that long.” 

“Well, I’m glad you called me.”

“Really?”

“Yes, sweetling.” 

What a cute nickname, and one you’ve never heard of before. It makes you feel small, cute. 

“I like talking to you.” This comes as a surprise to you. 

“I like talking to you, too. You’re so nice.” You’re smiling to yourself, your cheeks tingling from the bashful emotion shivering through your limbs. 

“I try to be.” He sounds tired.

“Why’re you at your office so late?” 

“Oh,” He sighs, eyes falling to his desk. “I’m grading papers tonight. I don’t like to bring my work home.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry it takes so long. That must be exhausting.”

“Well,” He says, giving your comment a nod and a sigh. “At least I’m getting a pleasurable break.” Obviously, he’s talking about you. “You’re a sweet girl.” 

Oh lord, why does he say these things? You can’t help the release of your dreamy sigh, and it makes him smirk on the other end of the line. He feels like he’s getting to you. 

“I want you to get some rest tonight. Hopefully you’ll feel better in the morning. Maybe plan something interesting for your day tomorrow, something for you to look forward to.” 

“Something interesting…” You repeat, thinking. “Could I… could I have lunch with you?”

Professor Martell smiles, his heart beating profoundly inside his ribs. “Of course you can.”

As if your smile could get any wider. This was definitely something to look forward to.

“Great! I can bring some food from the cafe you told me about.” 

“That sounds lovely.” He agrees, resting back in his chair while he talks to you. “Do you think you’ll sleep?”

Nibbling on the corner of your lip, you nod. “I think so.” 

“Good.” He returns, “I’ll try to have these papers graded before having lunch with you.” 

“Okay,” Giddy with joy, you add on, “Thank you, professor Martell.” 

“Of course, sweetheart.” It was clear how much you liked that. “Now, get some rest.”

“Okay, goodnight.”

“Goodnight, oh and…” He says your name questioningly, making you perk up a bit. “Yes?”

“My name is Oberyn,” This is new information to you, and you’re not sure why you haven’t looked into this before. “I’d like you to call me that, if it makes you comfortable.” 

“Okay,” When did your pulse become so quick? “Goodnight, Oberyn.” 

“Goodnight, sweetling.” 

You have to hand it to him, this was a good idea. Having something to look forward to in your day really made the hours go by quick. You had three classes today and by the time noon rolled around, two of them were already done. 

Cori had messaged you this morning, feeling bad for not having returned your messages before then. You reassured her of your understanding, but she still felt the need to apologize. You’re lucky to have her as a friend; you’re surprised she even made time to message you before going to bed this morning. 

“Hm…” 

Scanning the sections available in the small cafe, you ponder what to get him. You have absolutely no idea what he likes when it comes to food, so you’ll just have to guess. 

Since speaking with you last night, Oberyn has felt the tiniest ounce of shame. And even though it’s small, it weighs heavy in his belly. It’s inappropriate to call you those things, he knows this. He knows he shouldn’t have. But something came over him when he met you, the need to care for and protect you. It’s not that you look weak, you look sweet. You’re kind and beautiful, he knew that the second you walk into his space. Oberyn loves the way your eyes light up when he talks to you, the way your lips move when you speak, the way you look when you’re being emotionally vulnerable with him. He likes seeing the true side of you. But then another thought crosses his mind; how old are you? 

“Hey,” You smile, walking into his office once more. You don’t even knock this time, rounding the dear with eagerness and ease. 

Instantly, he perks up, standing when you walk through the threshold. You’re holding two plastic containers, two bags of chips, and two bottles of water; it makes him chuckle.

“Let me help.” He quickly steps forward, rounding the corner of his desk. 

Reaching out, he takes the items from you, setting each one on his desk. For some reason, as soon as he’s done doing this, he turns around to hug you. It feels like meeting up with a friend, someone that comforts him. Though you’re slightly surprised, you happily accept, wrapping your arms around his neck. He leans down, sliding his own around your back. Oberyn turns his head, his nose lightly brushing you hair. 

This hug brings you your first real feel of Oberyn’s body, and he’s truly as fit as he looks. You can feel the muscles in his chest and stomach, even in his arms, too. When your hands slide up to his neck, arms wrapping around him, you can also touch the muscles adorning his shoulders and upper back. He holds you in a warm embrace, snug but not tight. And the two of you shouldn’t enjoy it as much as you do. 

“How are you, dear?” 

“I’m doing good.” When you part, you’re smiling, and it warms his heart. “You were right, having something to look forward to really brightens your day.”

“I’m glad I can help you with that.” He winks, watching your lips part from the small movement. Turning toward his desk, Oberyn then says, “And thank you for picking up lunch.” 

“Oh, no problem. I’m sorry though, I didn’t know what you liked. So, I just guessed.”

Sitting down in the seat behind his desk, he smiles. “I like what you like.”

Without him even offering, you slide your chair behind his desk, sitting right next to him. And he’s elated to see this, to know how comfortable you are with him. 

“I looked into your professor’s curriculum.” He tells you, watching as you hand him his things. “Thank you, love.”

“Sure,” You grin, opening your own items. 

“And I found a documentary that could be quite helpful to you.” 

“Oh, really? Where could I watch it?”

“The full-length film is available on YouTube.” Cracking open his water, he takes a sip, and you can’t help but watch. You try to do so nonchalantly, eyeing his Adam’s apple as it bobs. 

“How um,” Blink, goddammit. “How long is it?”

“About an hour and a half.” Oberyn responds, “I can send you the link if you’d like. Or if you’d rather,” He continues on, mixing his toppings into his salad. “I have the film opened on a tab on my desktop.” 

“Oh, really?”

“We can watch it, if you’d like. I can even help you take notes.” His smile is warm as he looks to the side, poking his fork into a piece of lettuce before he takes a bite.

Your last class of the day is in forty-five minutes, there’s no way you’d be able to finish the film if you watched it with him right now. Maybe you could watch some now and finish it later? Or… you could just skip your last class. You’re doing well in it, anyway. One day won’t hurt. 

“That’d be great!”

The wide grin you give him makes his heart soar, his adoration for you growing evermore. And while he returns your expression, happy to know he’ll get to spend more than an hour with you, he can’t help but take in your form. The outfit you’re wearing outlines your chest quite nicely, a tighter turtleneck adorning your upper half. You’re wearing loose jeans that are held up by a brown belt, along with a pair of brown suede boots. When you look away, he takes a glance at the curves he can now see on you. Internally, he scolds himself for doing such a thing. He shouldn’t feel this way, but it’s almost as if he can’t help himself. His arousal burns bright for you. 

Gaining his bearings, he takes another drink of water to lube his suddenly dry throat. Once he sets the bottle down, he reaches forward, clicking his mouse and pulling up the film.While he does so, you get comfy, snuggling back in your seat and bringing your salad into your lap. You even fold your legs, sitting criss-cross and watching as he moves his computer screen to the center of his desk. 

“This covers the entirety of the acids and bases you’ve been studying.” Oberyn informs you, leaning back in his seat once pressing play. “Would you mind getting the lights and closing the door? Just so we can see the screen a bit better.”

“Sure,” Leaning forward to set your food down, you then stand, rounding his desk and walking over to the far wall.

Oberyn watches you move as you complete this task, smirking to himself at the gentle sway in your hips. You have such a pretty physique, he’d love to feel it, to wrap his hands around your waist and squeeze gently. 

“Oberyn?”

“Hm?” He startles, eyes shooting up to look at you.

“Are you alright?” You’re laughing as you return to his side, eyeing him suspiciously.

“I’m just fine.” 

Something about this man is dreamy beyond belief. Even after the room has become dark and the film has begun, you continue to steal glances at him. His skin is tawny and smooth, his nose arched in an intriguingly attractive way. His facial hair is trimmed and style to perfection, and you’re now noticing the slightest of grays in his nearly-black hair. 

Oberyn claimed that this film was supposed to help with your studies, but you don’t grab a single notebook or pencil, and he doesn’t tell you to. All the two of you do is eat in the quiet calm that surrounds you, the day early but the atmosphere in your small bubble replicating that of a time later in the day. It’s warm and cozy, and before long, you find yourself yawning. 

“Pay attention, sweetling.” He tells you with a small smile on his face. 

“Okay,” You say through a yawn, having finished your food by now. 

After a small stretch, you cozy up in your chair, leaning to the side and allinw your head to rest on his shoulder. It’s a bold move, something you honestly shouldn’t be doing. But he lets you. He finds it quite endearing, actually. 

“Maybe we should take a break.”

“What, why?” Lifting your head, you allow him to lean forward to pause it.

“You’re tired,” He points out, looking at you. And when your expression grows guilty he shakes his head. “I don’t blame you.” 

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” His smile is enchanting. “I’m glad that you’re comfortable here with me.” 

Those beautiful brown eyes stare into your soul, a loving warmth radiating through your being. Suddenly, you find yourself growing curious, wondering about his age and personality and, well… how has he not found someone yet? Double-checking, your eyes glance down, looking for a ring.

Oberyn notices, glancing down to the same area you’re looking. “Are you trying to see if I’m married?” While raising his eyebrows at you, he grins. 

“Oh, no, I… well…”

“I’m not,” He says, filling in the gaps once you’ve grown quiet. “In case you were wondering.”

“Why… why not?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, how are you not married?”

Oberyn offers a thoughtful pout, shrugging. “I maintain a busy life.” Comes his first explanation. “I don’t often find interest in those around me.” 

“You interest me.” You blurt out, not realizing the double meaning behind your words. 

He smiles down at his hands, then looks over at you. “I know I do.”

Bashfully, you look away. Why the hell did you say that?

“Have you found any interests on campus, love?” Comes his next question, and he’s genuinely curious. But he asks you this in his mos nonchalant tone, doing his best to keep the air of the conversation light. 

Shaking your head, you respond with a quiet, “No, I haven’t dated anyone for about two years now.” Feeling more than welcome to be open with him, you continue on. “Nobody seems that interesting and whenever anyone is, they turn out like the rest.”

“Like the rest?”

“Immature.” You state blandly. “It’s exhausting. At this point, I’m basically touch-starved.” Again, you don’t realize the double-meaning. You meant it in reference to the fondness of another person, of not receiving touch from them such as hugging or holding their hand. But clearly, it also translates sexually. And you suppose you’re touch-starved in the category, too. Before you can correct yourself, though, Oberyn is already speaking.

“Surely you can find someone around here willing to fix that for you.” You’re absolutely shocked he’s expanding on the topic. But he knew he wanted to keep the conversation here. As soon as you said you lacked touch, he found himself wanting to change that. 

“Yeah?” You return with a dry laugh, pretending to be unphased. “You have anybody in mind?”

He hums out, amused. “I have someone in mind.” 

Turning your head, you meet his eyes, gulping at the lustful gaze he holds. Oberyn’s gaze drops to your lips, just barely parting from each other. He licks his lower lip, grinning while he listens to you suck in a breath. 

“Perhaps we should finish the film another day.” He offers, and maybe he’s right. Maybe you need a breather from this. This whole thing unprofessional and honestly, maybe it’s gone too far. You should… you should go.

“Oh,” You nod, releasing a nervous breath. “Okay.”

“I can walk you home again, if you’d like.” It’s not late, it’s not even 2pm yet. But he wants to. 

“Okay.” Your nod this time is a bit happier, and it makes him satisfied inside. He feels like he’d do anything to see you smile. 

“Where is your coat, sweetheart?” Oberyn asks while following you into the hall, turning to close his office door.

“Oh shoot,” Rolling your eyes, you groan. “I forgot to bring it again.” 

Oberyn smiles, walking down the stairs with you. 

“If you’d like,” He offers once you’re on the ground floor, already taking his coat off. “You can have mine.”

“What? Oh, no, I couldn’t -”

“Just for the walk,” He interrupts, moving behind you. “I hate to see you cold.”

At that, you can’t think of anything to respond with. Your insides are warmed by Oberyn’s kind words, feeling him slip his coat over your shoulders and hold it there while you slide your arms into the sleeves. 

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you.” It comes out before he can stop it, and while he’s not sure if he should have said it, he knows he meant it. 

Your walk, as always, is short. And while you never liked walks, you find yourself wishing this one was longer. The surrounding scenery is breathtaking, the changing leaves a wonderful mix of warm tones and crunchy sounds when you step on the occasional fallen one. The lake on campus has frozen over completely by now, and you pass by it every time Oberyn walks you home. But you know these reasons aren’t due to the happiness you feel on your stroll.

There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you, your arms just barely brushing as you continue on. Oberyn’s coat surrounds you with his smell, those rich and earthy tones. They’re a bit sweet, too, and you honestly hope his scent lingers when you give it back to him. 

“What will you do today?” Oberyn asks, turning his head to the side so he can look at you. He watches as your eyes scan the ground, feet crunching over the leaves. 

“I have to work later. I might just study until then.”

“Pick up a hobby, sweet thing.” He reminds you, stopping once you’ve reached the stairs to your apartment. This time, he’s much closer to your door. “It will do you good.” 

“I will,” Turning, you look up at him. “Maybe pottery.” It’s a flirty comment, and he can see this quite plainly. But you’re not nervous about his response, you know he shares a liking for you.

“I’ll make sure you are never lonely.” He jokes with a kind laugh, but he means every word. 

“Well,” His previous sentence continues to repeat in your head, making you smile brightly. “Thank you for walking me home again, Oberyn.” It’s the first time you’ve used his first name, and it sends a gentle shock through his system.

“Of course.” He watches as you begin to shrug off his coat, and he has half a mind to tell you to keep it. 

“And thank you for letting me borrow your coat. You weren’t cold?”

“Not at all.” It’s a white lie, one that doesn’t matter. It’s only purpose is to reassure you. 

Taking it from your hands, he flops it over his forearm, now moving closer to you. Naturally, you reach out for him, embracing his tender hug and for the first time truly wishing it was more. He holds you like this for a moment, one hand gently rubbing your back. You rest your head in the crook of his neck, brushing your nose over his warm skin. 

“It’s always so nice to see you.” Oberyn murmurs to you, one hand rising to the back of your head. When you lean back to return his affectionate words, you feel his hand move, now sliding around to cup your cheek. Before you move too far away, Oberyn tilts his head, bringing his lips down to brush them against your skin. 

Your jaw drops, and you swear your heart stops entirely. But to keep the moment smooth, you recover quickly. His soft lips press against you for just a moment, his hand not moving when he leans further back. Looking down into your eyes, Oberyn heartbeat skips at the expression on your heavenly face. Your lashes flutter gently, feeling his thumb swipe once over the apple of your cheek.

The moment feels intimate, and it’s as if something comes over you. He looks incredible in this light, and the feelings he’s brought to you seem to resurface all at once. 

You’re shocked when you see him lean in, but your body responds before your mind. Softly, gently, hesitantly, your lips meet, a subtle hum coming from both of you. And when you press yourself into him, he knows to continue. The hand he had on your cheek moves to cup your jaw, his other hand sliding just an inch or so down to the small of your back. You had your hands around his neck but now bring them down, each one holding either side of his face.

Inside, you’re bursting, fizzling with adrenaline and the euphoria of finally kissing him. You can’t believe he did this, and he can’t believe you’re reciprocating. One kiss turns into two, and then three, Oberyn’s movements becoming more and more sure.

He can’t help himself, can’t bring himself to stop. Timidly, his hand slides further down, hooking around your hip bone and falling to your outer thigh. Slowly, he keeps moving - he’ll explore as much as you’ll let him. And let him you do, moaning quietly when that broad palm finally falls to your backside. 

It’s beyond pleasurable, the feeling of his lips moving against you, his head dipping and turning as he molds himself to you. An enticed purr emanates from his throat when he feels the pad of your fingertips brush against his scruff, the trim facial hair lining his jaw. He presses your body against his, that large hand keeping you close while he gently palms your backside. It sends shiver after shiver through each one of your limbs, feeling him touch you like this.

“Oberyn,” You whisper quietly, darkness now consuming the two of you. 

“Yes?” He returns, his voice hovering in that same tone. 

Smiling, you lean up again, giving him another kiss. 

“I, I…” You’re not sure what to say, the emotions rolling through your body almost too much for your brain. And Oberyn sees this, he sees your pleasurable struggle and he smiles, deciding to end this short yet passionate event.

He tilts his head upwards just a bit, pressing a kiss to your hairline. “Get some rest, sweetheart.” His voice is soft as he speaks. “Promise me?”

Swallowing, your eyes close as you feel his loving kiss, sighing out a heavenly breath beneath him.

“Okay,” Comes your whispered response. “I promise.” 

“How have you been?”

“I’ve actually been pretty good lately!”

“That’s so nice to hear, babe. I’ve been so worried about you.” Cori’s words are genuine, and so is the expression on her face. “I’m sorry I haven’t been able to talk much these past couple weeks. The hospital has been pretty busy.”

“It’s okay, I totally understand. I promise.”

She grins, happy to hear your response and to know that you’re doing okay. “What’s been keeping you so happy lately?”

You shrug, looking down at the bowl of cereal you made. A late night snack, if you will. “I don’t know, my grades are doing okay.” You begin to explain, smiling when a certain someone pops into your head. 

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“Oberyn’s been helping me.”

“Oberyn?”

“Oh, Professor Martell.” She raises an eyebrow at you, and you shrug. “He told me to call him Oberyn. He’s been super nice to me.”

“Oh,”

“Yeah, he’s been really helpful. We’ve been studying.”

“Studying? How much?” 

“I go to his office a few times a week. It’s nice being around him, he’s easy to talk to.”

“Well… that’s nice.” She decides on, still curious about the interactions between the two of you. 

“Yeah, sometimes we have lunch together.” Cori glances up at you, raising a brow. “He’s even walked me home when it gets dark out, too.” Looking up, you now see the slightly concerned expression on her face. “What?”

“Are you comfortable with that?”

“With what? Him walking me home?” She nods. “Yeah, I think it’s sweet.” When she doesn’t respond, you continue on, stuck in your own wonderful world. “He’s pretty handsome, isn’t he?” 

“Yeah,” Cori laughs, “Looks like you’ve fallen under a spell.”

“Oh shut up,” You roll your eyes playfully, although her tone makes your tummy turn. “It’s nice to have a friend. Even if he is twenty years older than me.” 

“Well, I’m glad he can keep you company.” 

“Is it… is it weird?” You suddenly find yourself feeling insecure about the situation. 

“I mean, maybe? You’re not his student, but hey, if he’s helping you with your schoolwork and he’s a nice person to talk to, why not?”

“Okay,” You respond hesitantly, nodding slowly. 

Your conversation with Cori makes you think, even after you hang up. You didn’t mention him letting you borrow his coat, or the fact that he’d kissed you on the cheek… and done a little more. Cori would definitely have found that weird. She also wouldn’t have liked the fact that after you kissed, you gave him your phone number, too. It feels wrong, hiding something from her, but you’re not exactly hiding it… right? Oh, like hell you are. You’re not telling your best friend about the first man you’ve found interesting in nearly two years. That counts as hiding something. 

Glancing over at the coffee table, you eye your phone. All this uncertainty has you wanting to call him. But you shouldn’t, you know you shouldn’t. And less than five minutes away, Oberyn is thinking the exact same thing. You gave him your phone number after you kissed, after he touched you, and he’s wracking his brain thinking of any excuse to message you. Lately, he can’t even focus on grading, he just thinks about you. About how kind you are and how funny you can be, how pretty your smile is and how you smell so wonderfully. Your outfits are incredibly cute and you always look cozy, and you’re thoughtful, you’re so thoughtful. She’s so sweet to me. 

There’s no hardcore evidence of your relationship crossing any professional boundaries. There’s no evidence of your relationship at all, actually, aside from that single call to his office. But if a colleague of his found out about what he was doing, he’s sure they’d raise an eyebrow at him. The names he calls you? The time he’s spent with you? The hours of night at which he’s talked to you? Walking you home and now kissing you on the cheek? Let’s be honest, he did more than a simple kiss on the cheek. Okay, maybe your relationship has crossed over the line of what’s considered to be ‘professional boundaries’. 

Sadly, as time passes by, those lonely feelings that have temporarily gone away are becoming harder and harder to ignore. Cori told you she wouldn’t be able to talk for a few days due to her picking up some extra shifts for her sick friends, and after your call the other night, you don’t think you should go to Oberyn. Slowly but surely shame has set up camp in your belly and is sitting there steadfastly. Should you have let things go this far with him? Clearly he has feelings for you… that’s clear, right? 

It breaks Oberyn’s heart, not hearing from you. It’s been almost a week since he kissed you; did he cross a line with you? So far, all of your interactions have been because of you; you stopping by, you calling his office. He has your cell phone number, maybe he should text you. But he’s not sure, he doesn’t want to push you if he’s made you uncomfortable. It didn’t seem like he did, but this radio silence has him second guessing himself. But he has no other way to contact you. He knows where you live but what is he supposed to do? Just show up at your door? This leaves him nowhere but to sit in his office chair and wait for you, that is, if he decides not to text you. And when he’s teaching his lectures, his mind isn’t anywhere better.

What if she stops in while I’m gone?

What if she calls my office? Will she leave a voicemail? Oberyn sighs dreamily. I’d love to hear her voice.

Will she email me? He thinks back to the night you gave him your number. Again, he sighs. 

She felt so good in my arms. I’d love to hold her again, feel her lips on mine…

I hope she’s doing alright. 

Oberyn’s caring nature wasn’t just some kind of front, it’s who he really is. He didn’t often find others interesting, but those he did, he liked to befriend. And with these friendships came his more empathetic side, wondering about their lives and how they were doing. And if he has a partner, how their mental health is and whether or not they’re flourishing. He doesn’t have one, but he does have you. Could you become that to him? 

A week is enough. He needs to talk to you.

You’re in the middle of class when you receive his text, deciding to open it up on your macbook. At first, you assume the random number is from an online store, maybe a reminder for a doctor’s appointment or something. But it’s not. 

Immediately, you felt incredible remorse for ignoring him. He didn’t make you uncomfortable, not in the least. Since meeting him, Oberyn has done nothing but make you feel amazing. You had no choice but to respond to him.

She misses me.

Your response has made his entire day, his entire week. The fact that you not only messaged him back and said these things, but you also called him Oberyn, it’s made his heart leap. So he didn’t cross a line with you, after all. He decides that the next time you stop by, he’ll buy you lunch or dinner, depending on the time of day. Only because you bought him lunch the other week, that’s the only reason why. 

Try as you might, you can’t hide the incredible smile growing on your face. Even though you’ve been giving the situation space, you’re thrilled he decided to reach out to you. He really does care about you. 

As soon as you’re done with class, you head home to change into your work clothes. You find yourself pretty lucky to be able to work at a job that allows you to dress comfy, especially when going into work so late. The bookstore lets you wear yogas and quarter-zips if you liked, and that’s what you wore almost every time you were there. Thinking about where you’ll be when your shift is done, you tie back your hair, twisting it into a braid. Oberyn seemed to like it when he saw it on you before. 

To no surprise of your own, your shift drags on agonizingly slow. Knowing that you’ll see Oberyn afterwards is making you impatient as all hell. You wonder, will he kiss you again? Touch you again? Christ, it felt so good the first time he did it. Would he do more? Would you let him?

While organizing the stack of books you’d been given, you come across a few pieces of poetry. Some from Grecian and Roman times, some from the Shakespearen era, too. And one from Shakespear himself catches your eye. Taking the book and flipping through its pages, you stop at a section titled, “Sonnet 45”. 

The other two, slight air and purging fire

Are both with thee, wherever I abide;

The first my thought, the other my desire

The present-absent with swift motion slide…

These two elements, air and fire. They portray rational thought and desire. How could this sonnet have called out to you? How could it have felt your passion for this man? Your longing to be near him, with him, on him. You need him. 

You don’t often lie to your job, especially when it comes to missing work, but you’re making an exception. After reading that poem, something snapped inside of you. You need to go see him, you know he’s waiting for you. And after making up some excuse about a cough accumulating within you, you’re gone, striding out the front doors and making your way across campus and to his door. 

It’s a twenty minute walk but you don’t care, you smile the entire way. All you’re thinking about is how happy you’ll be to see him, how good it will feel to have him hug you, to feel his body pressed against yours again. You want to kiss him, to feel his hand on your face and his fingers exploring you. 

He can hear you coming, your footsteps echoing down the empty hall. When he looks up to see you, an expression of awe paints his handsome face. Why does he feel like it’s been so long since he’s last seen you? It was only a week. 

“Hi,” Stepping inside, you smile, falling for him all over again.

Today he’s wearing a velvety corduroy button-up, the burnt-orange color matching his personality. You aren’t sure how to explain it. It just makes him… pop. He looks stunning. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, allowing you to see the muscles in his forearms. And admittedly, you find it wildly attractive. He’s wearing his watch on his wrist and his thin gold chain around his neck, pieces you’ve never seen him without. Due to the top two buttons being undone, you can see more of his chest than you ever have before, even more so when he takes off his reading glasses to fold them over the front slit. 

He breathes your name, the word floating joyously from his mouth. Standing, he steps to the side of his desk, walking up to you with open arms. As always, you gladly accept his hug, wrapping your arms around his neck when he pulls you in. And when you’re fully in his arms, you feel him sigh. You can hear the emotion in his heavy breath, and it makes you sad. 

Keeping your voice low, you whisper, “I missed you.” 

Like before, his hand rises to the back of your head, applying light pressure and brushing over your hair in quite a passionate manner. He loves this, feeling you against him, having your gorgeous frame in his embrace again. 

Emotion overcomes him as he rubs your back, nodding gently before returning your affections. “I missed you too, sweet thing.” 

He notices when you squeeze him tighter, and he grins, pulling back to kiss the side of your head. “I like you being here with me.” He mumbles against you, closing his eyes when he says, “Your responses made my entire day.” 

“I’m so sorry I haven’t talked to you.” Leaning back, you look up at him. “I just, I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t -”

Oberyn ends your rambling with a searing kiss, unwilling to let you stutter out your anxieties any more. He wants you to feel at peace when you’re with him. 

He holds your face in both of his hands, your own hands moving to grab his forearms. You absolutely melt into him, letting his mouth move against you. For the first time, his lips part, his tongue sliding out. He drags it across your lower lip, hearing your soft moan when you ultimately open your mouth more for him. Oberyn’s free hand travels to your waist, holding and squeezing you gently while he kisses you, the warm muscle of his tongue now meeting your own. 

“You sweet, little thing.” He murmurs, his lips continuously returning to you. 

Your heart is racing, your body feeling light as he holds you, touches you. Just like before his free hand slides further down, grabbing your backside and fondling it with his digits. He takes the breath from your lungs with the way he’s moving against you, and it’s in this moment that you make your decision. You want him, you need to have him.

“Oberyn,” You briefly pull away, holding his pretty face. “I’m tired.” 

It’s nearly 10pm, and what you’re saying is true. It might also be your way of taking him home with you.

“Oh,” He breathes out, swallowing before he nods, ultimately backing away from you, “Okay.”

But you smile timidly, reaching out for his hands. “Will you walk me home?”

Nodding, he agrees. “Of course, sweet thing.” 

You want to reassure him of your interest, so you step forward, closing the small gap he’d created between the two of you. 

“Can I borrow your coat again?” You ask him sweetly, smiling up at him. He watches as you tilt your head to the side, letting go of his hands to run your palms up his chest. “I like wearing it; smells like you.” 

“You do?” He returns, that gorgeous grin appearing once again.

“Mhm,” Comes your soft nod, eyeing that little dimple his smile is making. “You’re so cute.” It comes out before you realize it, but if you had the chance to go back and change it, you wouldn’t. 

Oberyn sighs, reaching up to hold your chin with his forefinger and thumb. “You interest me greatly, little one.” 

Before leaving, Oberyn turns to lock his office for the night. He intends to go home after spending some time with you, deciding to grade the rest of his papers in the morning. 

As always, Oberyn lets you use his coat, but this time he doesn’t just walk beside you down the path. This time, he reaches out to hold your hand. It’s the first time he’s ever held it, and you let him, glancing down as his fingers wrap around you. Your heart squeezes with joy, moving to walk a little bit closer to him. 

It’s quiet and calm, your late night stroll, and you can see the moon hanging in the sky above you. Your head tilts back as you stare, looking at the stars and any constellations that are visible to you. But Oberyn doesn’t look up, he just looks at you. Inside, he’s a bit sad. He wants to kiss you, wants to do so much more with you. But he has to accept that you may not be ready for that, you may not ever be ready for that. And if that’s the case, then that’s okay. He’s glad he was able to have those moments with you.

When you reach your stairs, you don’t let go of his hand, instead bringing him up to your door with you. He’s surprised by this, but follows you willingly. And for some reason, when you reach your door, you hesitate. 

“Will you…” Starting to mutter, you turn around to face him. You don’t take his coat off, either. “Would you want to come inside?”

Oberyn considers this. Is he really going to let your relationship go there? It’s not a promise of anything more, not really. But even if it was, he’d say yes. He wants more of you; he craves it, feels desperate for it. 

“You want me to?”

Alongside your nod, you grin. “Yes please.” He chuckles at your eager gesture and wording, agreeing to follow you into your home. 

Continuing to hold his hand, you unlock your door and pull him inside. That baritone voice laughs from behind you at your excited motions, watching as you turn to shut and lock the door behind you. 

“Oberyn,” You say as soon as he turns to face you. “I want you.” 

And that’s all he needs. Raising his brows in brief shock, he immediately moves forward, watching you walk backward until your back is pressed against your front door. He’s on you in seconds, breathing out a forceful sigh through his nose as he returns his beautiful lips to your own. They’re so soft and smooth, talented, too. Instead of holding his cheeks, your hands slide around, rising to the back of his neck with your fingers digging into his hair. 

“You want me?” He mumbles against you, kissing your cheek. “Tell me again.” 

“I do,” Nodding, you gasp quietly when he nudges your head to the side with his nose, placing a flurry of fiery kisses along your throat. “I want you…” 

Rolling his eyes back before closing them, Oberyn groans. Both of those broad palms fall to your hips, curling around once again to paw at your ass. One of them rises though, sliding along your side and stopping just below your bust. Ever so gently, Oberyn’s pelvis pushes forward, just barely applying pressure over yours. 

“You’re a beautiful thing, sweetheart.” He murmurs to you, his kisses growing sloppy along your neck. And when your fingers curl, tugging on his dark hair, he groans. “Can I touch you?” 

“Yes,” It’s a passionate moan, your eyes closing and mouth falling open when his hand lifts to cup your breast. 

He does it as soon as he hears your response, squeezing you softly in his hand. “Everything about you…” He murmurs, teeth grazing over your throbbing pulse. “Is just so sweet and soft.” 

“I feel like I can’t get enough of you.”

“You want more of me?”

“Yes, Oberyn. Please.”

Suddenly, Oberyn’s hands fall to your thighs, wrapping them beneath you and hauling you up to his waist. He urges you to wrap your legs around him, continuing to press your back against the door. To say the least, you’re incredibly surprised by his strength. Lifting his head, he smiles against your lips, kissing them and then your chin, your cheek and then your temple, too. 

“Where can I take you?” Comes his breathless inquiry, gently brushing the tip of his nose over your own. 

“My bedroom, baby.” Jesus, he thinks, moaning tenderly at the small, affectionate nickname. “Turn around, it’s down the hall.” 

Hauling you off of the front door, you inhale a sharp breath, once again surprised by the strength he possesses. Easily, he turns his body, holding you against him while your arms wrap around his neck. You kiss him there while he strides down the hall, his smile deepening at the sweet press of your lips. 

Your door is already open, so he enters freely. Due to the light of a small lamp on your desk, he’s able to see the entirety of your room. The color of the walls is a deep hue, a red tone that matches the sheets on your bed. The furniture in your room is made of dark wood and it reminds him of the desk and tables in his office, and the lamp on your nightstand has a similar hue to the one in his office, too. And the way you’ve decorated your space is a true reflection of you. There are vases of flowers and greenery on your dressers and desk, a few pictures hung up of you with your family and friends. You have a tapestry hung on one wall made with the colors of beige and gray, something that strikes him as unique; similar to how he sees you. And above all, he notices that your space is neat, making him that much more comfortable to be here with you. 

Leaning over your bed, he’s gentle as he sets you down, but he doesn’t leave you. Hovering above your frame, he returns his lips to you, kissing the softness of your mouth before his tongue returns, too. He feels your body, grunting softly when you lift your legs on either side of him, planting the soles of your feet on the bed. 

“How has someone not taken you?” He wonders aloud, this thought genuine and one that’s come into his mind many times. 

“Oberyn, will you,” Pausing, you try to steady your breath. “Will you let me see more of you?” 

You’d do anything to see this man naked. If he’s anything like you’ve imagined, you know he’ll make you wet just from the sight of him. His smile grows over your cheek as he kisses you here, too. 

“Only if I can see more of you.” Leaning back to gauge your reaction, he sees you nod, sitting up a bit higher before to shrug his coat off of your shoulders. Sliding it from your arms, your fingers then find the end of your shirt.

Quickly, you lift it off of you, watching Oberyn’s eyes fall to your chest. You’re wearing a light purple bra, a color he finds completely endearing on you. And while he stares, his fingers move to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt, your own eyes falling to his chest, too. When he’s completely opened his button-up, he allows it to fall off his shoulders, placing it on the end of your bed. And to say your breath has been taken away would be an understatement. Reaching out, you place a hand on his toned stomach, feeling the firm muscles there. His chest is toned, too, along with his biceps and forearms. It’s wildly impressive to see him like this, to see how truly fit he is. 

“Lay back for me,” He nods once, his deep voice requesting your attention. Your eyes flicker up to his, watching as he lowers himself back down to you. “You let me know if it’s too much. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” His breaths fans out over your chest as he says this, your fingers returning to the thick locks of his hair. 

“Okay,” You whisper timidly in return, mewling quietly when you feel the first press of his full lips. 

He kisses the center of your chest, his mouth moving over your plump flesh. Every moan you exude prompts him to continue, his fingers sliding up and curling over the edge of the cups on your bra. Softly, he tugs them down, revealing your breasts to him. 

“Oh…” He moans, instantly lowering his mouth to your naked nipples. 

Those full lips wrap around one of your pebbled peaks, and when he sucks it inside, you cry out for him. Arching your back, you feel his tongue swirl around it, licking you passionately. You don’t notice it at first, but your hips have begun moving, grinding up against his own. When you do realize this, you can feel him above you, the hardened length of him straining against his pants. 

“Oberyn…”

“Can I undress you?” He asks, those deep brown eyes looking up at you. Glancing down, you see him, his handsome face resting above you. Keeping your gaze, Oberyn’s tongue lays out, licking across the soft curve of your left breast. Your mouth drops open completely at this, brows folding up in the center while he performs this seductive act before you. 

“Answer me, sweet thing.”

“Yes…”

“What did I say?” He teases with a grin.

“I don’t, I don’t remember.” Cori was right, you really are under a spell.

Oberyn chuckles, his fingers sliding around to your back so he can undo your bra. “Is this okay?” He asks, leaning in to kiss your jawline. Giving him a tiny moan and a nod, he continues, undoing the clasp and sliding your bra off of you. 

“Oh,” Comes his mesmerized sigh, leaning up so both of his hands can hold you. “Such a perfect thing…” 

Obsessively, he kisses you, worships your chest in the best ways that he knows how to. He allows his emotions to take over, his body running wild with arousal and adrenaline. Every time you keen for him he throbs in his boxers, feeling himself leak against the fabric. Rolling his hips into the space between your legs, he moans, nipping gently at your delicate skin. Oberyn then begins to lower himself, kissing your ribcage and stomach, your hip bones once he gets to them. And the only protest you have when he does this, is that he’s gotten too far away for you to keep your grasp on his hair. 

Slowly, he removes the rest of your clothes, his eyes closed as he hooks his fingers around the edge of your yoga pants. He slides both your leggings and underwear off in one go, kissing every inch of skin he reveals as he pulls the pieces of fabric down your legs. And when they’re gone, you suddenly feel extremely vulnerable, emotionally and physically naked. 

Kneeling on the ground just before the edge of your bed, Oberyn places himself right between your legs. His hands fall to the undersides of your thighs, lifting them to his shoulders while he kisses your sensitive skin. 

“Baby,” You whine, feeling him soothe one of his bites with a gentle kiss. 

“Can I lick you, sweetling?” He then asks, making your heart lurch into your throat. 

Lifting yourself onto your forearms, you look down at him. “You want to?”

Deciding to repeat your earlier words, he smirks before saying, “Yes please.” 

Again, he holds your gaze, leaning forward at an incredibly slow pace. Just barely, he purses his lips, kissing your sensitive skin once he makes contact with it. Sucking in a sharp breath, your jaw drops open, feeling him kiss you directly on the center of your sex. 

“Oberyn,”

“Does it feel good?” He asks, kissing your pink lips again. 

“Oh, yes…”

“Do you want more of it?” His voice has become deeper, his eyes darker. 

Gulping, you tilt your chin down, giving him a reassuring nod and a quiet, “Yes.”

Closing his eyes, his tongue returns once again, sliding up the seam of your sex. And even though he can no longer see you, you can’t help but stare at him. He moans as he does it, enjoying how the space between your pretty, pretty legs tastes. 

“Oh…” Your head falls back between your shoulder blades, Oberyn’s hands sliding up and down your outer thighs and leaving goosebumps in their wake. 

With tender swipes, he licks into you, sighing deeply when he feels you squirm. He loves experiencing the ways you react to him. Every groan he gives vibrates through your being, and it's not long before you allow your arms to rest and fall onto your back, fingers reaching for the sheets. 

When he moves up to your tingling bud, you give him your first true cry of the night, feeling his lips wrap around it and suck. It seems as though this is his turning point, the time where he turns from gentle and timid to passionate and sure. He leans in, pressing himself into you while grabbing the soft flesh of your thighs. He squeezes you in his hands, swirling his tongue around your clit while he continues suckling on it. 

“Oberyn, please…” Reaching down, you find his hair once again, fingers digging into his dark strands. He groans sharply at this, almost growling against you. 

Feeling him between your legs is an entirely different experience, and something you never expected to happen. But you’re thrilled, absolutely thrilled that your relationship has gone in this direction. 

The fervent laps of his tongue on your sensitive clit make your thighs shake, tightening their embrace on either side of his head. You’re sucking in deep gulps of air, your hips slightly rolling upward and shoving yourself further against his mouth. And he lets you do this, lets you circle yourself over his face while he continues to drink from you. 

“Oh my g-god…” When he hears you say this, he grins, hoping that you’ll cum for him. He’s not even fully undressed yet but he knows he wants to fuck you. He’s praying you’ll let him do that to you. 

A quiet hiss slips past your lips, your eyebrows furrowing together as you begin to experience your high. It comes on slowly, gently, the blissful sensation of it coming directly from his lips. Oberyn moans into you, his hungry mouth continuing to move over you. 

“O-Oberyn…” Suddenly, your hips buck up against him, and that’s when he holds you down. 

The muscles in his arms flex as he does it, his fervent mouth relentless against your throbbing core. He can feel you fluttering on his tongue, can feel the slickness of your cum rush out of your sex and into his mouth. 

“Ye-es! Please, please don't s-stop!”

He doesn’t, he wouldn't. He keeps the perfect amount of pressure, his pace unwavering until your body truly starts to shake. The overstimulation of his tongue licking you after you’ve cum is almost too much, the hands once pulling him in now pushing him away. When he finally removes himself from you, it’s only from your sensitive center. Turning his head, his lips return, peppering your inner thighs with fervent kisses. 

“Please,” You suddenly whine, reaching out for him. “Please come up here.”

As soon as he lifts himself, he meets you with a blinding kiss, one hand falling to your cheek while holding himself up on his forearm. He’s panting above you, his jawline and lips covered in the essence of you. 

“Did you like it, sweetling?” His voice is thick as he speaks to you, full of complete lust for you. “Did you like feeling my tongue on you?”

The hand on your cheek drops to your chest, fondling your breasts. Whenever he isn’t speaking to you, he’s putting his mouth on you, his teeth currently digging into your shoulder while he huffs out against you. 

“Oberyn, I can’t, I can’t believe you wanted that, wanted to do that.”

Rising just a bit, he growls into your ear, “I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I met you.” 

This strikes you right in the heart, right in the center of your being. He’s truly felt this way about you since then? Since you stumbled into his office by accident? 

“Oberyn,” 

“I want you, pretty thing. I want to have you.” He’s desperate for it; he doesn’t want to wait any longer to take you. 

Turning your head and using your hands, you bring him back to you. He kisses you with fervor, working himself up as he begins to roll his hips against you. 

“Do you want that, too?” He mumbles against your lips, and you can taste yourself on them. 

“I do.” Trying to catch your breath, you nod to the side. “Go into my nightstand. I have condoms in there.” 

Shooting upright, he does as you say, sliding open the top drawer of the small piece of furniture to find just what he’s looking for. And when he grabs it, he moves back, standing and taking off the rest of his clothing. Now this you want to see. 

Just like he did with you, he slides his pants and boxers off in one go, dropping them onto your floor. As soon as he’s freed of his clothing, you see him hanging heavy between his legs. A small, wanton moan floats freely from your lips as you stare at him, the size of his length honestly impressing you. But Oberyn doesn’t have time to look up at you, he knows you’re gawking at him. Of course you are, it’s the first time he’s been naked in front of you. 

He grunts slightly when he rolls the condom onto himself, sighing out deeply as he slides it down. Licking your lower lip, you internally hope you get to see him like this again. There’s no way you won’t go down on him if you get this chance again. 

“Lay back for me,” He repeats, returning to you quickly. And he watches as you move, shimmying further up on the bed so he can climb on with you. 

With one hand, he grabs his base, releasing a deep breath above you. Leaning on his forearm, he swallows, now looking up at you. Briefly, he worries; should you both be doing this? 

“It’s okay, baby,” Nodding, you reach out, holding either side of his face once again. He really likes when you do that. “Go on… please.”

Upon your request, he moves forward, connecting your lips when he notches his head at your entrance. The slightest amount of pressure from him makes you gasp, moaning into his mouth when he continues forward. 

“Oberyn,” Your hands slide around, holding the back of his head as you pant out quick breaths. 

“Take me,” He says in return, pressing his forehead to your own. “Take all of me, sweet thing.” 

“Oh…” His words make you moan, pressing your head back into the pillows. 

“Ugh,” It’s his first true, guttural groan, punching out of his lungs when he’s entirely seated inside. 

Oberyn’s muscular body presses against you as he allows himself to fall just the slightest bit. You can feel the weight of him, but not unbearably so, just enough for you to know he’s there. And it’s comforting to you. Again, you lift your legs, only this time you wrap them around him.

“How does it feel, sweetling?” Oberyn asks, swallowing thickly. He’s struggling, he’s throbbing. 

“Baby,” Clinging to him desperately, you whine. “You know how good it feels.” 

Shoving his head into the crook of your neck, he groans, grinding his hips into you. And before you even have time to fully moan, he’s pulling himself back halfway before re-sheathing himself inside you. 

This isn’t the first time you’ve had sex, you know how a man feels. But there’s something about the way he rocks himself into you that’s just… different. It’s fiery, overwhelming… it’s consuming you. 

He’s making more noise than you expected him to, grunts and groans as he picks up his pace, relentlessly sliding himself into you. Turning your head, you purr devilishly beneath him. “Do you enjoy being inside me, Oberyn?” Brushing aside the hair on his forehead, you hum, pressing your smile against his cheek.

“You enticing little thing…” He groans in response, opening his smiling mouth to breathe. 

“Tell me.” You request again. He then gives you a forceful thrust, making you gasp. 

“I love this,” Oberyn finally admits, deciding to now reciprocate your sweet wording. “I love being inside you, baby.” 

“Oh, I love it when you call me that, I love it…” You’re finding it difficult to keep this up, your small conversation. He’s continuing to pick up the pace of his hips, his muscles tensing and flexing against your bare skin. 

“You beautiful thing, letting me have you.” He mutters into your shoulder, grunting with each powerful thrust of his hips. Oberyn’s hand lowers, finding your thigh and grabbing for the beautiful curves of your backside. And then he moves his face, dropping it down to your chest to lick along the curves of your breasts. He’s touching every part of you that he can.

“Oberyn,” Shoving your head back, you arch against him, feeling his teeth graze your pebbled skin. Sloppily, he laps at your left nipple, breathing heavily against your perfectly pliant body. “It feels so, so good when you touch me like that.”

“Really?” He inquires, groaning forcefully when he feels your hips begin to roll up to meet his thrusts. “I’ll do it more often, then.” 

“You will?”

“Yes,” His deep voice promises, “If you’ll let me.”

“I’ll let you.” Breathing out a laugh, you shake your head. “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”

Lifting his head, he presses his nose to your cheek. “Is that a promise?”

Without verbally responding, you turn your head, bringing his lips back to yours. It’s sloppy, the repeated reunion of your lips, Oberyn’s tongue diving inside your mouth and allowing you to taste your own sex. 

“Oberyn!” His thrusts have become so forceful that they’ve hit something deep inside you, something that makes you squirm and cry out for him. 

“Give into it,” He suddenly demands, “Give into the sensation of it, sweet thing.”

Digging your nails into his upper back, your eyes roll, closing entirely as he finally begins to shake above you. His moans echo into the back of your mouth, his heated breaths washing your lips with a humid wetness. 

“Fuck,” You wine quietly, clinging to him. 

Oberyn can feel how deeply you’re being affected by his actions, can feel your insides pulsating around him. And he wants to bring you another high. So, he changes his angle again, shifting his legs so he can pound himself down into your fluttering center. 

“Oberyn, please,” Comes your high cry. “P-Please don’t stop.”

His hips slap down against your own, groaning into your shoulder as he shoves his face into the crook of your neck once more. Your stuttered whines sound similar to the noises you made when he was between your thighs, a sense of satisfaction blooming inside him when he feels your hips start to jerk beneath him. 

“Where do you want me, sweetheart?” He chokes out, “Do you want me inside?”

“Yes, yes, yesyesyes!”

Your body rocks with every one of his thrusts, finally feeling his muscles seize up. While his tip keeps pressure over your sensitive inner space, his hips stall, now grinding deeply into you. A sensation of absolute bliss floods his body, euphoria filling him from head to toe. Pinching his eyes shut, he groans, huffing out deep breaths into your neck. And your limbs continue to hold him, keeping him inside while you release around his length. 

“Perfect girl,” He groans out harshly. “Doing just what I ask of you.”

As your body shivers beneath him, your hands begin to soothe the pain you brought to his skin. Gently, your fingertips run over the marks your nails made along his skin, feeling the tightness in his muscles begin to relax. He admires this about you, your genuine care for him. 

Once he catches his breath, Oberyn begins to kiss you all over again. He starts at your shoulder, making his way up your neck, across your jawline, over your chin. And when he gets to your lips, you’re smiling, and all because of him. 

Slowly and gently, he pulls out of you, sighing out a breath once he does. But he doesn’t move away from you, he keeps himself pressed to your skin. Snuggling his arms between your back and the bed, he holds you, allowing you to steady your breaths in unison. 

“Will you stay?” You quietly ask, petting his hair. He wonders if he should. 

Lifting his head from your neck, he looks down at you, his expression unreadable for a moment. Those deep eyes search your own, staring into your soul. Internally, you each wonder… could this be more?

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Wrath

Dave York x Female Reader

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Word Count: 6k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) 

Mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of marriage, infidelity, gore, dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, daddy kink, spanking, light knife play, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, rough sex, death, murder, break-in situation, use of guns, established relationship

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A/N: And just like that, Sintober is a wrap! Thank you all for being so patient with me throughout October with my illnesses and the concussion I dealt with. I love you all endlessly &lt;3

Co-written with @phynx and beta-read by her and @fishingforpike per usual &lt;3

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It’s a slow maneuver, one done with precaution and preparation. In the dead of night is when he’s decided to strike, when it’s easiest to cover his movements. And while he did plan this, it wasn’t exactly a difficult endeavor for him. He’s performed much more strenuous tasks in the past. David was a calculated man, but there were certain things inside him, though, that made his resolve snap. There was something inside him just waiting to be released, waiting to be embraced, this beast residing mere inches beneath the surface of his skin. 

Something David never found inside his cunning mind during these missions was the consideration of his family. He never thought about his wife or kids when carrying out these acts, never wonders what their opinions would be. But on this particular assignment, he does think about someone. He thinks about you, his mind occupied only by your beautiful soul as it swirls around the anger consuming him. He will make you proud by doing this; he knows you’ll be happy, satisfied, even. 

Smiling to himself, he walks up to the house, taking a glance over his shoulder before walking up the side driveway. Making his way to the back of the property, he keeps his flashlight off, and his phone on silent. Every window is dark, and they should be; it’s well past three in the morning. 

Before going into the house to complete this process, he crouches down by a bush, taking out his phone to send you a text. 

Now turning it off, he shoves it into his front left pocket, returning to the task at hand. 

Dave had scouted this building for about a week before committing to any action. He knows the layout of the home, knows where each man’s room is and knows the schedules in which they work. They’re all here tonight, and not expected to be anywhere for at least two days. Every detail of this night has been planned down to the minute. This will be easy for him. 

You’re the softest, purest thing to have ever come into his life. Aside from his kids, you’re Dave’s entire world. If he wasn’t with you, he was with them. If he wasn’t with them, he was with you. Of course, they didn’t know that. Who would expect their dad to fall in love with the babysitter? 

He has to remind himself that he’s on a mission, shaking his head sharply as he returns himself to the present. But he almost can’t help it; thinking about you is a constant for him. 

Reaching into his pocket, he retrieves the lock pick he’d grabbed before setting out into the night. Using the small piece of metal, he inserts the hooked end, leading it forward to manipulate each of the pins inside the lock until it opens for him. Step one, done, and in record time, he might add. Once stepping into the home, he closes the door quietly behind him. He already knew there wouldn’t be a security alarm to worry about, making this all the more easy for him. 

There are only two levels to this house, all of the bedrooms being upstairs. Sliding his gun out of his holster and attaching the silencer, he decides the first man will have an easy death. Once everything is in place, he holds the gun with both hands, keeping it low as he begins his approach. And as he climbs the stairs, he thinks back to what this first man said. 

“Do you live around here?” He’d asked. “Let me take you home.”

This man had inquired about your personal information, and the knowledge of this sent David into a fit of rage. How dare he become curious of your whereabouts? How dare he wonder where to find you? Your kind, sweet voice, your angelic, pretty face, it was trusting - you are trusting. And easy to manipulate. Had David not been around to teach you better, you would’ve ended up giving this man your address and phone number. But Dave was around, he has been since the day you met. And he’s kept you safe. 

The first time the two of you met was a completely unexpected event. Carol had hired you to care for their two daughters without his knowledge, so when he came home, she had to introduce the two of you. 

“Hi Mr. York,” You smiled brightly at him, your beautiful expression taking him off guard. “It’s nice to meet you! You have a wonderful home.”

Extending your hand, you offered it to him, and after a moment of hesitation… he took it. You were warm and soft, friendly with a sweet voice. Immediately, he thought you’d be a good fit for the girls, they needed someone who could be patient and kind. 

“Thank you,” David’s rough voice sent a shockwave through you. He was handsome, sure, but something about the way he spoke to you truly moved you. Something about the way his bare skin felt on your hand…

The way you looked at him was as if he had hung the moon. You didn’t know it yet, but you were already expressing to him just how much you adored him. Carol had spoken about her husband for nearly an hour before he got home that night, and when you finally had the chance to meet him, you were thrilled. He sounded so loving and generous, towards both her and their children. Little did you know he would soon extend those traits to you. 

There were never any large cracks in the foundation of Dave and Carol’s marriage, just small ones here and there. Nothing too big, but at the same time, nothing too exciting, either. There was never any passion, never any genuine love or desire. But with you, all of that came to the surface. David claims that the first time he saw you was the first time he truly fell in love. And that melted you. 

That same night Carol was heading out to her book club, the girls at their grandparents’ for the weekend. So, before you left for the night, he found you, immediately pulling you into his bedroom. He laid you down on the mattress, the very same one he shared with Carol, so that he could touch you. And you let him, willingly and excitedly, you let him. He explored your body to the fullest extent, mouthing at your curves, licking and biting you. He’d made you cum with his fingers and mouth, taking you on his cock shortly thereafter. The passion between the two of you burned bright. After that night, he formed an attachment to you that couldn’t be broken. You were his, you’d always be his. 

“D - David,”

“Sh…” Came his immediate response, shushing you with his voice before returning his mouth to you. 

There was no need for either of you to be quiet during that moment, no one else was home. But he wanted to silence you anyway; he liked telling you what to do. And you liked being compliant for him. 

Dave remembers the first time he entered your home, a place this man apparently wanted to visit. It was the second time he’d claimed you, taking you for himself as many times as his body could handle and sleeping beside you in your bed after exhausting himself. It was the first time you were allowed to be as vocal as you wanted, the first time you didn’t have to hide your passion. And he reveled in it.

“Take me,” He grunted into your ear, kissing the back of your neck. “Take all of me. Yeah…”

“Ngh!” Fisting the sheets, your jaw dropped open, letting him shove the side of your face down into your bed. 

He put you on your stomach, making you cross your ankles so it made you even tighter when he slid inside. With a fist in your hair he maneuvered you however he liked, yanking your head back at times so he could suck on your throat. His pelvis repeatedly smacked against your ass, pistoning himself down into your center. 

“You’re so fucking warm,”

“David,” He grins when he feels you writhe beneath his weight. “Please.”

“I know, baby.” Dave huffs out above you; he feels like he already knows you. “You like it, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

David felt amazing inside you, thick and hot and heavy. He was so much bigger than you and even though you’d just met, it was like he already knew you; knew what you liked, knew how to take care of you. 

“Sh…” Instantly, he returned. Leaning down, he mouthed at your neck, kissing you gently while he fucked into you without abandon. “I know, I know…”  

He caressed your hair, brushed his hand over your head. When his palms found your hips he’d rest his forehead on the back of your neck, grinding his hips into you. 

“Oh,” He moaned, hot breaths warming you. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” 

Dave was sweet with you, he loved you. Would this man have said those things to you? Would he have been that sweet with you?

A whirlwind of fury washes through him all over again, imagining this man having the nerve to praise you. With this, he’s shaken back into the darkness of his mind, the place you do not inhabit. 

Reaching the top of the stairs, he approaches the first bedroom, twisting the knob and entering quietly. Leaving the door cracked allows him to see the layout of the room, not that he didn’t already know. The bed is in the far left corner, a desk straight ahead. Directly to his left is a dresser, to his right, a closet door. The face of this man is visible as he sleeps soundly beneath his sheets, but David kicking the closest of the four legs wakes him easily. 

“Fuck!” Jolting up, he’s already panting. “Who, who the fuck are you?!”

“Be quiet.” David seethes, already pointing the gun at his shirtless frame. 

Walking forward, his steps slow and calculated, he keeps the barrel trained on the young man’s head. Pathetically, tears well in his eyes, widening slightly as the drops begin to fall. His lower lip quivers slightly, his chest constricting as he holds his breath. 

“Please, I, I… what do you want?” Looking side to side, he searches for something to barter with. “You can have whatever you want.” 

David scoffs, leaning down beside his bed. “I don’t want your material possessions.” 

Gulping, the young adult holds David’s gaze, his eyes darker than night and colder than a winter’s wind. Revealing his intense focus is the smallest crinkle in his forehead, the tight line of his lips firm as his expression remains grim. 

“Why did you want to know?”

“K-Know?” He stutters out in response. “Know what?”

David bares his teeth briefly in anger; he must know what he’s talking about, who he’s talking about. The man flinches as Dave darts forward, now barely an inch away from his face. “Did you want to follow her home?”

Searching his mind, the young man comes across the vision of you; beautiful, graceful, gentle, you. Who else could he possibly be talking about? You’re the only woman he spoke to since coming to this school. 

And he did. He did want to follow you home.

“I… liked her.”

“That’s not what I asked you.” David growls, shoving the barrel of the silencer to the temple of the man’s head. He doesn’t move his face away, either, allowing him to see every bead of sweat dripping down the side of this kid’s head. “You were going to follow her, weren’t you?”

“I, I didn’t,” Closing his eyes, this stranger takes a small gulp, a steadying breath. “I wasn’t really going to.”

Reaching forward to snatch the man’s throat into his predatory grasp, David seethes, “You won’t ever see her home.” His eyes instantly widen, both hands flying up to grasp David’s forearm as he keeps a tight grip on his throat. Body struggling slightly on the bed, Dave ignores this, continuing on instead. “You won’t ever see her again.”

Immediately afterward, the trigger is pulled, the silencer protecting the secret of David invading this home. And that build-up of rage, that intense growth of wrath unraveling inside his chest, a piece of it fizzles away. Now that this is done, a small bout of happiness develops inside him. He pictures your angelic face, the beautiful curves that grace your body. He’ll touch you when he’s done here tonight, claim you for himself all over again. He’ll claim you. You.

He needs to avenge you.

That uplifting cloud of delight perishes, falling back into the raging storm clouds swirling inside his mind. Within seconds, his thoughts return to the task at hand, only partly finished. 

Standing, he sighs, inhaling a deep breath as he looks down at this man’s body, now laying lifeless in his bed. It’s better this way. He won’t be able to turn anyone ever again. With a breath of determination, he turns, leaving the room and closing the door, paying mind to wind down both sides of the handle, too.

The second man, the one he’s intent on finding now, targeted your appearance. According to your account, he’d been eyeing you for most of the night. You felt safe enough to down a few drinks that night, feeling comfortable with the bar you’d picked out this time. But you shouldn’t have been so trusting. David always told you to keep your guard up, especially around men. 

“You have such a nice body.”

And honestly, he was right. You do. You have the sexiest frame Dave has ever seen. The way you’re built absolutely mesmerizes him. From the first time he laid his eyes on you, he knew he had to have you. 

Before taking you in his bedroom, David had played with you. He explored every inch of your body with his fingers, hands, and mouth. He’d kissed you thoroughly, even marked you, sucking on your neck and chest, your stomach and hips, until he finally reached the delicate space of your sex. 

“Y-Yes,” Shakily, you answered him.

“Yeah?” He returned, grinning. 

“Yes.” With quick nods, you repeated yourself, feeling his pointer finger slide into your warmth. 

Pumping them steadily, he brought his mouth back up to you. His lips danced across your own, claiming you in the gentlest ways he could. Sliding his tongue inside, he caressed your own with it, allowing you to taste him, his spit. 

"Yeah... you like this, baby. I can see it all over your face."

“You know I do.” Passionately, your hands found either side of his head, bringing him back to your mouth while your hips chased his finger’s movements. 

Being careful not to hurt you, a second finger joined his first after you’d lubricated his pointer digit enough. But when you did stretch for him, it made him so feral that he bit into your lip. David had a gentle side, sure, but he was looking forward to when he could show you his more voracious side. 

“Can I taste you?” He whispered breathily, his voice low and tantalizing. While looking into your eyes he removed his fingers, lifting them to his mouth and laying them out over his tongue. It made you gasp, but his expression remained unchanged, aside from his eyes shutting slowly while he released a deep moan. 

“I know you want to.” Nodding, you licked your lower lip. 

Immediately, he tilted his head downward, shuffling his body over your own. “I know you want me to.”

After sliding down your body he parted your naked thighs, sighing when you lifted them onto his shoulders. Broad and muscular, they made you wet just from coming in contact, David’s mouth quick to clean your mess. He remembers it like it was yesterday, the taste of you hitting his tongue for the first time in his life. It was incredible to him, an entirely new experience for him. Your gentle moans, your pretty face contorting in bliss, your soft thighs, gorgeous fucking thighs on either side of his head… 

“David,” Fingers running through his thick locks, you threw your head back into the bed. Little did you know, the sheets you were writhing on, the pillows you were cuddling into, were all of Carol’s side of the bed. 

In one motion his tongue made a quick, firm swipe up your center, sliding through your lips and up to your clit. He let you bring your feet up, placing the soles of them on the sheets of his and Carol’s marital bed. Your thighs closed around his head, thick fingers digging into your soft flesh. 

You were tangy and sweet, your skin delicate and supple. The way you squirmed in his arms made him mad, made his mind spin and his insides twist. You shoved your hips up against his face, welcoming the repeated dive of his tongue as it explored your inner warmth. He mouthed at you, sucking on your pink lips and licking you raw, fucking you with his mouth until you were overstimulated and sensitive.

“David, David, David!” 

And he’d moan your name, too, returning your beautiful cries with his intense grunts, the syllables of your name falling freely from his lips. He’d repeat it like a prayer that would save his life, a mantra that would change his ways, a song that would forever lace every syllable to cross his mind. 

But nothing could change this part of him. He was too far gone, too deep into his love for this. It was thrilling, something that gave his life meaning before you did. Doing things like this, operating like this, made him the one in control. This way of life made him the dictator he always wanted to be. 

He almost doesn’t know how he made it to this man’s room; he must have been too busy thinking about you. Because all at once, he’s here, hand on the doorknob with his gun in its holster. This man won’t have such an easy death.

The second room he enters is similar to the first in both shape and size, the set up different in only one way, that being the bed is center-stage. It’s resting against the back wall and is directly ahead of the door. He also notices that the window is open, so the first thing he does is march across the room to shut up. He’s not as quiet this time around, knowing he doesn’t have any many men left. 

After locking the window and wiping it down, he walks over to the side of this man’s bed. He’s quite the sound sleeper, his eyes still shut completely. He hasn’t moved a muscle since David’s entry. For a moment he watches him sleep, smiling. 

“Uh-ugh,” Fingers grasping for David’s thick hand, the man opens his eyes to see his attacker smiling. 

Sneering, David leans over the man’s body to press both broad hands around his throat. Confused and terrified, the man thrashes around on the bed, wide eyes staring up at David. But to stop him from making such movement and noise, Dave releases his hold on the man’s throat, clenching a fist and punching him square in the face. And the painful cry he releases is muffled by the return of David’s hands. 

“That woman?” David finally asks, his whisper low and gritty. He’s grinding his teeth, jaw flexing as he steadies himself above this man. He can see the uncertainty and fear lacing his eyes. “The one with the beautiful body?” 

Twisting his face slightly, the man answers with a hesitant and airy, “I… remember her.” 

“You fucking better.” David snaps, tightening his fingers. “That’s my girl,” And then he laughs a growling chuckle. “And you frightened her.” 

Desperately clawing at David’s fingers, this younger man tries to speak, tries to defend himself. “I’m, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I never…” He’s choking, gasping beneath the pressure. “I never meant to, man. And I didn’t know she had a boyfriend, and -”

“I don’t care, I don’t fucking care.” David shakes his head, now pressing his entire body weight over his hands. “That’s mine.” 

Applying more and more force, Dave sucks in a deep breath, steadying his lungs as he finishes this second job. Instead of waiting for this man to suffocate to death, he crushes the hyoid bone beneath his hands, the snap an incredibly prominent sensation against his skin. This effectively kills the man, wiping away another crumb on Dave’s plate. He forces out a choking breath at the realization, a wide smile covering his open-mouth. Removing his hands with a heavy sigh, he stands to his full height. While staring down at the man, he reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a small pack of wet wipes. Using it briefly on his hands, he then leans down, wiping off the skin on the dead man’s neck. And when he’s done, he puts it back into his pocket, turning around to leave the room, and continue on. He doesn’t stay and stare, doesn’t sit in this sensation of satisfying pride. He won’t allow himself rest or true happiness until this is done. 

The last man, the one bold enough to be crude with you, will be the most fun for him. His door is at the very end of the hall, this door with a lock on it. This makes him think… is he hiding? Though, he was aware of this little detail, of course, easily whipping out the lock pick once again. 

This time, when he finally enters this room, the man will likely be awake and expecting him. Picking the lock was a quiet maneuver, but any normal person would surely be woken by the combination of this and the doorknob turning. David was trained in stealth and secrecy, but sometimes, not even he could complete a plan perfectly. 

As the last lock is manipulated, he reaches back with his free hand, grabbing the knife he has hooked along his belt. This will be a struggle, but one he plans to win. And to keep this goal in mind, to keep the reason behind all of this carnage in his head, he reminds himself of what this last man said…

“I bet I could just bend you over,” Chuckling, he walked over to you, smiling when you avoided his gaze. “And you wouldn’t even tell me to stop.” 

“Please! Please,” 

“Fuck.”

“D-Don’t, don’t stop!” 

The first time he ever visited your home was an amazing night for you both. From the second you stepped past the threshold, you fell into each other’s arms. Fervent kisses and roaming hands, hurried breaths and tangled limbs. 

“David, harder… please.”

Taking you from behind was by far his favorite position with you. Your ass is an incredibly beautiful thing, gorgeous curves and soft skin he could bite and grab. He’d grip the fat of your ass, baring his teeth while pounding into you. Your headboard thwacked against the wall repeatedly, the sound booming throughout your room. It was only the second time he’d taken you but Jesus Christ, was it an entirely different experience than the first. It was different because you were in a new place, a place where no one knew David’s name. A place where you could be passionate, a place where you could be as vocal as you wanted to be.

Fisting your hair once again he yanks your head back, bending down over your supple body while whispering, “Say my name.” Licking a single stripe up the cuff of your ear, he then demanded, “Cry out for me.”

“Oh my god, yes!” After that he dropped your head, delivering a harsh smack on your upper and outer thigh. “David!”

“Are you going to let anyone else touch you?” He asked through thick and hurried breaths. “Will you let anyone put a hand on you while you’re mine?”

“No,” Gulping, you shook your head, burying it into your own pillows at the top of your bed. “No, daddy. No, of course not.” 

That little word, those two syllables, they made his entire body quiver with dominance and desire. You knew he owned you, in every sense of the goddamn word, you were his. And he belonged to you, too. The connection you felt was unlike anything else in this life. And still, he needs to hear it come from your lips. 

“Say it.” It was immediate, this demand. “Say I belong to you, David.” 

“I belong to you, David.” Crumbling to your forearms, you released a wanton breath, a shrill and feminine cry. But he didn’t stop, he never did when he got like this. “I belong to you.”

Such a precious and willing thing, you were. And all for him. You’re such a special treat, like a present for him to unwrap every day. For each time he saw your smiling face, it seemed to wash all his deadly sins away. 

“That’s so good, baby.” Breathlessly, he leaned down, kissing your back obsessively. “That’s so good, so good for me.” 

You felt weightless beneath him, like a fragile thing he could break merely with a harsh breath. But still, he held you in the palm of his hand, bending you just to the brink of breaking, only to bring you back again. You were his to toy with, his to explore, his to have and to hold till death do you part. Love, that’s what overcame him when he was with you.

He’s hard just thinking about you, about the wonderful sounds you make. And to think a man would expect you to be silent for him, to just let them do whatever they want to you… that’s not their place. You are for him. 

With the knife held tightly in his hand, the lock clicking open before him, he turns the knob and kicks the door open. Standing to his full height, he stays at the doorway, letting his eyes adjust. The hallway light shines into the pitch-black room, the figure sitting up on the bed now easy to see. 

Standing quickly, he turns to his side, scrambling for something on his nightstand. Likely a gun, Dave thinks. Great, he brought a knife to a gun fight. But honestly, it doesn’t really matter; he knows he still has the upper hand. All he needs to do is make sure the gun doesn’t go off, he doesn’t want anyone else to know what’s going on in this house tonight. 

Taking a swift step forward, Dave reaches out, catching the kid off guard. With the back of his hand he knocks the gun out of the younger man’s fingers, delivering a quick blow to his face shortly afterwards. Staggering back, the man tries to gain his bearings, now leaping at Dave. But he’s quicker, blocking his attack. Grabbing the fist that was thrown at him, David flings it to the side, swiping his leg to kick the man’s feet out from under him. A loud thud smacks against the floor as he lands, David now towering above him. In the blink of an eye, Dave’s shoe is on the kid’s neck, applying pressure while speaking your name into existence only once.

“What?” The man is choking slightly, huffing out barely-there breaths while reaching up to hold onto David’s calf. 

Leaving down slightly, he applies more pressure onto the man’s neck, uttering your name once again.

“What… what about her?” 

Bending down, Dave lifts the knife to his face, turning his head to look at it. Shiny glimmers of light dance on its edges, the moonlight allowing it to shine bright. The blinds are open only partly, allowing the weapon to appear beautifully. 

“She likes this knife.” Dave finally says. “Has seen me do a lot with it.”

The man continues to struggle beneath his shoe, body squirming on the floor as he tries to hoist himself up. With every ounce of effort in his body, he tries to knock Dave’s balance off, trying to push him aside so he can take a chance and run. But it doesn’t do anything. Dave doesn’t budge, doesn’t move a single muscle. 

Sighing, David shakes his head, still admiring the sharp metal’s beauty. And then, while keeping his voice low, he speaks, almost as if he’s talking to himself. “Cutting off her clothes, sliding it across her body…” Releasing another breath, he smiles a bit wider as thoughts of you float through his head. “She’ll be so thrilled to know I used it on you.” 

“That fucking b-bitch.”

“What the fuck did you say?” Dave hisses in response, the look of the devil leaking into his face. His head turns sharply once this man’s words pierce the air, his fingers tightening on the handle of the knife. 

“I didn’t do a-anything to her. She fucking, got fucking scared off.” 

“What a waste of fucking space.” Glaring at the man beneath his shoe, David thinks the positioning is fitting. 

He wonders what you’ll want to do after he tells you about tonight. Will you lick the knife? He’ll have to clean it, of course, but after that, he’d be more than willing to use it on you. You loved knife play, loved the excitement and rush of it. You were always such a perfect pet, you knew he’d never harm you. 

Inside his own head, he imagines you on your knees for him, sticking out your tongue so he can run the flat edge of the knife across it. He’d look down, smiling at you, his fingers wrapped loosely around your throat. Jesus, you were perfect for him, in every sense of the word; you were fucking made for him.

Interrupting his happy thoughts are multiple surges of pain as they fill his guts, adrenaline spiking through his veins and shocking his brain. He can’t help the turmoil ruling his mind, the unrelenting anger he feels toward these men. How could they do this to you? How could they scare you? Harm you? But more importantly, how could David do this to you? He let you be affected by these men. He let this happen.

Never again.

Without allowing himself nor this man to say another word, he takes the knife, eyes raking across his naked chest as he analyzes the best placement for it. Pointing the tip of the knife over the left side of the man’s chest, David lifts his head to meet his gaze once again.

Slowly, he digs the knife in, watching the man beneath his shoe attempt to scream from the pain. The pressure he applies to his windpipe is far too much for him to even breathe, let alone squeal. This is perfect for him, perfect planning, perfect positioning. Keeping him pinned to the floor, David stares into the man’s eyes, deadly black orbs unwavering in their gaze. He’s focused, zeroing in on his pupils as the life starts to drain slowly from his eyes. The further the knife goes in, the quicker that light seems to go out. Kicking and scratching and now even punching at David’s leg, this man does everything he can to fight. He’s gritting his teeth beneath the pressure of David’s shoe, his free hand plummeting down to his nose to knock a little more consciousness from him. 

But satisfaction can only be drawn out for so long. When the knife punctures his heart, it’s done, it’s over. He writhes no more, his body falling limp beneath the pressure of it all. Blood streaming from the wound pours from his chest and over his sides, pooling on the floor beneath him. It stains David’s shoe, running through the lines in the sole’s pattern as well as the cracks along the floor. 

Standing, David yanks the dagger out of his chest. Once back in his pocket, he retrieves the pack of wet wipes once again, running a piece of the damp cloths along his hand. While looking down on the desecrated body of this man, he thinks about his friends and where they’re lying, too. And he thinks justice has been served. The fury, the utter wrath inside of him has been tamed; for now. 

Leaving the home just as he came in, David strolls down the street, never to be seen again by those three men. And with his hood up in the darkness, he smiles, knowing they can never hurt you again. 

The truth of the matter is those men never even touched you. The words they said to you were just that, words. They never got your number, they never followed you home, never forced themselves onto you or hurt you. They went to the same school as you, and last weekend, found themselves at the same bar as you. The only thing they did wrong, was they got too close, too interested, too curious about what is his. His to protect, his to love, his to touch and just be with. Truly, when he heard about what these men had said, he couldn’t help himself; it was endless, his mind torturing him with those thoughts… thoughts of what could have been.

Pulling out his phone and turning it on, he’s met with multiple texts and missed calls from you.

Smiling down at your worried tone, he picks up his phone, dialing your number and holding it to his ear. Gently, raindrops begin to fall around him, tenderly tapping his shoulders and the top of his head. While listening to the dial on the phone, he lift his hood, covering himself with it. 

“David?”

“Hi, angel.”

“Baby, oh my gosh, where have you been?”

“Calm down, sweetheart. It’s okay; I’m okay.” 

“Where are you?”

“Don’t worry about that.” Looking up as he strides down the sidewalk, his grin is immovable from those plush and talented lips. “I’ll be home soon.” 

“Baby,”

“Yeah, honey?”

“I love you,” He can tell how worried you are on the other end of the line. 

During your time together, you’d stumbled upon his hidden life, the world where he became a different man. Had Carol done it, he might’ve finally divorced her, put her in witness protection. But with you? Well, this just made him feel even closer to you. Especially when you didn’t run. You weren’t scared by this side of him. No, you liked it. 

“I love you, angel.” Before you have the chance to say anything else, he adds, “I fixed something for you.” 

“What do you mean?” Raising a brow, you continue. “David, what did you do?” 

“Remember those guys at the bar? The ones you told me about the other day?”

“Yeah…”

“You won’t have to worry about them anymore, sweetie.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Releasing a happy sigh, he finishes with, “Daddy took care of them, baby.”

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Greed

Sugar Daddy!Maxwell Lord x Female Reader

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Word Count: 8.1k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) 

Alcohol consumption, dirty talk, praise kink, body piercings, mentions of hair, body worship, dry humping, choking, use of sex toys, vaginal fingering, anal play, daddy kink, collaring (kinda?), vaginal sex, rough-ish sex, exhibitionism, Max is a switch (this is canon it’s just fact)

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A/N: We have some Spanish in here but as always the translations will be right beside the sentences where it’s used. Maybe I am attracted to Maxwell’s accent. 

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Living for him, breathing for him, was unlike anything else. Devoted entirely to the man before you, he held your heart in the palm of his broad and dominant hand. There wasn’t anything else that held your focus more than him. To Max, you existed for him, for his own benefit; you were placed on this Earth for him and him alone. You’re here to love and be loved, to worship and be worshiped, to propel him into the greatness he’s sure to receive. And he’s already received so much. 

Maxwell was a strong man when you met him, that trait only continuing to grow with the more he conquered in life. And he knew how to conquer.

Throughout your life together, you watched him become the man he is today. You’ve seen his business grow, his mindset change, his goals and ambitions become… more. Maxwell is rarely a satisfied man. He has a rather voracious appetite for the finer things in life. But his most recent endeavors were tearing him apart, ripping open his insides and making blood run into his eyes. 

“Have I asked you?” He inquired, dilated and bloodshot orbs staring up into your own. “Have I asked you for your wish?”

He held you close, resting on his knees before you. Both arms wrapped tightly around your thighs, his hands passionately rubbing your soft skin. Little whimpers slipped from his mouth as you looked down at him, fingers combing through his golden hair. A small smile creeping on your lips, your heart beating profoundly in your chest as you stood before him. You knew what you were going to wish for. 

“I wish…” You’d cooed to him, smiling warmly while holding either side of his head. And he stared up into your eyes with a wild desperation, wondering if your wish would benefit him. “For you to be the wealthiest man on earth.” 

So much changed after that day, after that sentence, really. You were gifted with riches that had you absolutely enamored, Max’s desire for wealth finally being fulfilled. And his desire for you grew fantastically, too. 

“Mi princesa,” He’d moaned delicately into your ear; he couldn’t help but take you after fulfilling your wish. You’d just made all his dreams come true. (My princess) 

“It’s about time I spoil you, huh?” Max grinned beside your ear, biting the cuff of it shortly after. “Give you everything you want, everything you could ever need.”

“I need you,” Came your immediate, breathy return. “I only need you to be with me.” 

This made him so incredibly happy, hearing you voice your desire to be with him, beneath him. It’s what you were made for. 

The man kneeling before you now isn’t dissimilar to the one who had asked for your wish. He’s still bleeding in his heart, his insides twisting and turning under the incredible weight. At first, when he gained these powers, it was a fantastical revelation, and to the both of you. You saw him gain the Dreamstone, even supported him to go through with doing it. But in turn, you also saw it tear him apart. 

“Max…”

“Sh…” His hands are running over your body, thick fingertips touching you softly. “You look so heavenly like this…” 

In the present moment, he’s dressing you, covering your body with golden chains and various jewels. Your naked body holds them beautifully, each piece adorning your limbs and slinking down your graceful dips and curves. And you’re at home, relaxing in the house you both share, the place that offers you the most peace. 

Leaning back, he rests on his heels, still wearing his business suit. He sighs, captivated by your body. Lifting a hand, he places it on your sternum, smoothing it down your stomach. His palm grazes the body jewelry slung over your breasts and draped across your hips, and it makes him moan. 

“Hay tantas cosas que quiero hacerte.” He’s whispering, his darkening eyes fixated on you. (There are so many things I want to do to you)

Reaching down, your hands lift his jaw, tilting his head upwards so he can face you. “You can do it, Maxwell.” You sing softly, smirking at him. “You can do anything you want to me.” 

He huffs out a low moan, lowering his head and gazing up at you from beneath his brow. Sloppily, he mouths at you, placing his lips first on your stomach. Once they make contact with you his eyes close, sighing at the sensation of your warm skin. His tongue follows the lines of the gold chains on your body, licking you and the jewelry covering your limbs. And when he moans, his breaths warm you, his plush lips continuing to kiss you. 

“Hm…” It’s a pleasant hum, releasing when he sucks a mark onto you. Your fingers comb through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. 

He’s obsessing over you, pressing his fingers into the sweet flesh of your grabbable thighs, massaging you in his strong hands. It’s an incredibly erotic sight to you see you like this, to see you dressed in his wealth. And leaning up, he continues, licking a stripe up the valley between your breasts before moving to the side and grabbing your arms. 

You can’t lie, whenever he did things like this, it made you feel like an absolute goddess. Max truly got off on the wealth you’ve given him, and seeing it covering your body was like his biggest fantasy come to life. He can’t help himself, can’t stop as his lips find your hands, kissing the rings adorning multiple large gems atop them. He licks over them, kissing the top of your hand and dragging his lips up to your shoulder. This is done on both of your arms, Maxwell’s incredible groan vibrating through you when he reaches your breasts. 

“That’s so good…” You sigh airily, your eyes not once leaving him. 

It’s like he’s shattered, broken inside. Not emotionally of course, he was thriving in that arena. But this stone… the things it did to him were ungodly. But he didn’t care; he was never really interested in religion. Maxwell does not need god, he was his own god. 

Lifting himself so he’s fully resting on his knees, he brings his hands up, pawing at your breasts while he rubs his face over them. He’d bought you many things during your time together, one of them being diamond-studded nipple piercings. They were by far his favorite things to play with. 

“Max,” Comes your forceful gasp, feeling his tongue flick quickly over one of them. 

Your reaction makes him snarl, pushing forward to wrap his lips around your pierced and pebbled peak. He suckles on you, swirling his tongue around the expensive metal. Loosely, he sucks your nipple into his mouth, letting it fall shortly thereafter and watching your plump flesh jiggle from his force. He’d bought you these pieces specifically so he can play with them with his tongue. 

Max’s own hands are covered in jewelry, too, rings and chained bracelets, a watch as well. The cold metals run across your body, brushing your smooth skin. They chill your back muscles when Maxwell reaches out, fully enwrapping you in his hold. 

“Oh… hermosa.” He moans beneath you, rubbing his cheek ever so gently across your stomach. “Don’t you know what you’re doing to me?” (Beautiful)

“I do,” You respond cockily, smiling. “I can feel you.” 

And it’s true. He’s been scooching closer to you, rubbing himself against your leg while his hands and mouth worship you. When you say this he grins, groaning against you. And now that you've acknowledged his movements, he shifts closer to you, grinding himself against your leg even more. 

Again, he flicks his tongue over your nipples, switching back and forth while he whimpers, his full erection pulsing in his slacks. He’s been considering getting you another piercing, one he can play with while eating you out. Speaking of…

“Will you taste me?”

“Hm?”

“I want your tongue on me.”

“¿Quieres más?” He teases, grinning while glancing up at you. (You want more?)

“Sí. Por favor, cariño.” (Yes. Please, baby)

“Oh, princesa…” Comes his euphoric moan, lowering himself to rest on his ankles once again. “Such good asking.” (Princess)

Leaning in, he kisses your smooth mound, inhaling calmly, pleasurably. “I will take care of you.”

One thing Maxwell seemed to adore was the sea. Once he was wealthy enough, he’d recruited a crew to board his newly built yacht, entirely furnished with his own designs in mind. He asked for your opinions too, of course, as this was to be your home away from home, as well. But you didn’t mind much, didn’t have too many preferences for this sort of thing. All you wanted was to sit back and watch Max enjoy himself. 

“Come,” He grins, grabbing your hand. “Let me show you.” 

It was finished, and tonight would be your very first night seeing it. Maxwell was over the moon to hear the news, immediately ordering his staff to board and prepare for a small trip out to sea. It wouldn’t be long, a couple days at most. You wonder if he’ll choose to ravish you differently here. 

He’d dressed you fabulously for the event, gifting you with a short dress made of rich velvet, colored in a deep maroon. There was a slit up the side, with a plummeting neckline. You’re wearing black, strappy heels, ones that make you look taller than you actually are. Max loved to see you take them off, to see how much shorter you are than him. Held up by two thin straps, it was the perfect outfit for the warm weather. And what made it even more perfect was the jewelry that you wore. He put it on for you, of course, your rings and bracelets, your earrings and anklet. There was one piece, however, that he only had the opportunity to put on once. A choker he’d gifted you with. Gold in style it held a small “M”, the initial sitting beside a gemstone, your birthstone. 

Walking onto the fancier ship you immediately saw its many tiers. There are four levels, each one with a specific purpose. The very top for the captain, of course; and while Max had his license to operate such a fine piece of sea equipment, he wanted to spend his first night aboard with you. He could sail the yacht himself another time. 

The rest of the levels were for the two of you, areas where you could entertain if you so wished. The third level, just below the captain’s quarters, held the master bed and bath. It has retractable walls, allowing you to open and close them as you please. On the second deck is a main dining table, along with a few smaller hightops. This is also where the kitchen has been placed. And lastly, the bottom deck is where the jacuzzi is, along with two small couches and a few deck chairs. 

“Isn’t it brilliant?” He’s beaming, holding your hand the entire way. 

Smiling, you look around, each step forward revealing something new. There are large stones from your personal collection, things you brought home from your worldly travels. Maxwell liked to collect maps and artifacts, many of which are framed and displayed through your new vacation home, too.

“You did all of this?” He just looks at you, nodding while smiling wildly. “I’m… so impressed.”

“It’s wonderful.” Maxwell breathes out a sigh. “Are you hungry?”

“Why? Do you have something planned?” Alongside your question is a grin. 

Your partner mirrors your smile, lifting your hand to kiss the back of it. “Sígueme.” (Follow me)

While walking up the first flight of stairs, you begin to smell the dinner he’s ordered, the aroma of cooked seafood filling the air. And when you reach the second level, you’re greeted with a wonderful sight. The entire table is set, entrée dishes ready to be filled. On one of the hightops sits a champagne tower, your mouth watering when you think about the taste. The food, however, hasn’t been plated. Not yet. 

Without realizing it, your feet carry you forward, looking in awe at the space before you. What brings you back to reality is the warm sensation of Max’s broad hands, his palms landing on your shoulders and sliding down to your biceps. He inhales deeply, smiling, tilting his head downward to place his cheek beside your own. 

“Are you content with it?” Maxwell craved your attention and approval, even before you gave him the world. Tilting his head downward, he kisses your shoulder lovingly. 

Turning in his hold, you smile, reaching up to hold either of his cheeks. “Me encanta.” (I love it)

“I’m so glad.” Comes his quiet, cooed response. He smirks, appearing cocky. “We can enjoy dinner together once it is done.”

This confuses you. Furrowing your brows, you ask, “How much longer until everything is done?”

Max offers a thoughtful pout, shrugging. “An hour.”

“Oh…” Thinking to yourself, you analyze your lover’s facial features. What’s going on in his head right now? “What will we do until then?”

“I think I have an idea.” 

Maxwell leads you up to the yacht’s third deck, your bedroom. The entire space is lavish, clean lines and monochromatic colors. It’s refreshing to be surrounded by such luxury, the bright blue sea glimmering on the horizon. 

But this is only what you absorb at first glance. Because of Max’s swift movements, you’re not able to take in much else. As soon as he walked in behind you, he was shutting the door, quickly shoving the wood with his palm. He spins you around, sighing as he meets you with a kiss. You gasp into it, closing your eyes as he lures you in this way. His large hands curl around to hold your back, both of your own sliding up to his clean-shaven face. Smiling against his fervent lips, you allow him to guide you backward, your thighs eventually hitting the end of your soon to be shared bed. 

“I have a surprise for you.” He mutters against your lips, his breaths becoming heavy. 

“More?” You giggle in response, sitting down on the bed and pouting when he pulls away. But he doesn’t get far before he’s leaning back down, harshly cupping your jaw and hissing more, before delivering a harsh and sloppy kiss. 

It leaves you breathless, your wide and innocent eyes watching as he moves across the room. Pulling open a drawer in the dresser, he retrieves a small, wooden case. He brings it over to you, setting it down on the bed. He then sits on the edge, fingers running across the long, thin case. 

And suddenly, with a sharp and desperate breath, he looks up at you. “I want you to open it.”

His eyes are dark, irises wide. There’s an intense sensation of passion clouding his vision, his tongue sliding out to lick his lower lip before you do as he says. There’s a clip at the front, which you snap open, now able to lift the top of it. And what’s revealed to you… it’s not anything you would have expected. 

All at once, Maxwell’s palm is on your cheek, holding you tightly. He leans forward, pressing his forehead to yours while he heaves out his breaths. Whispering, he says, “I want to hear how you sound with each one inside you.”

Releasing a small moan, your bottom lip falls from its upper counterpart, your eyes fixated on the toys sat in front of you. There are four of them, the smallest of them being the one on the far left, the largest on the right. 

“When did you get these?” You ask airily, feeling Max’s lips fall to your neck. 

“Does it matter?” He’s leaning on one hand, the other lifting to the side of your neck. 

You can’t help but allow your head to fall to the side, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his lips and tongue. Inside, you’re stirring, your emotions running high but in the best of ways. You and Max have done anal play, but never like this. A finger or his tongue, sliding his cock into it more times than you could count. He really enjoyed that. Plugs though… this is different. 

“Will you let me put them inside you?” He groans against your neck, moving up to nip at your jaw. 

Crawling forward over the bed, he leaves the case of toys near the end while slowly pushing you onto your back. And when you are, he kisses you, urging your legs to lift to either side of him. 

“Princesa,” His sigh is rough and low, a smirk creeping across his face. “¿Lo quieres?” (Princess, do you want it?)

A small breath slips from your lips, feeling his own pepper your face in fervent kisses. “Yes.”

And just like that he’s removing your clothes, shoving the straps of your dress down your shoulders and yanking it off your body. Immediately, his hands cup your breasts, releasing a feral groan when he sees your nipple piercings once again. His right hand comes down while his mouth makes quick work of sucking on you, his fingers rubbing over your barely covered sex. 

“Max,”

You’re nearly naked beneath him while he’s still entirely dressed, wearing his business suit with his hair styled so neatly, his jawline shaven so smoothly. The way he takes care of himself, the way he carries himself, makes you so incredibly hot for him. His confidence was there before the Dreamstone came into his possession, and it certainly flourished once the mystifying gem consumed him. 

Slipping your panties to the side, he slides a finger into your warmth. His tongue explores you while he does it, running over the curves of your chest before flicking it across the diamonds sitting at the very peak of your breasts. 

“Baby,” Your fingers slide into his hair, back arching into his touch when the pace of his single finger becomes languid and smooth. 

“I want to use the smallest first,” He tells you, choking out a gasp when your heated walls squeeze around him. He curls his finger in response, smiling to himself at the sound of your tiny whine. “I want to see how you sound with each one inside…” 

Inhaling deeply, he leans up, removing his finger and reaching back for the case. He slides it up near your head, allowing you to look over and see them. He picks up the smallest toy, the one with a pure diamond on the end. And before lowering it, he lays out his tongue, dragging the tip of the toy across it. 

“Max…” 

His body dives down, covering your own again. Distracting you expertly is the plushness of his lips, the talent of his mouth. He drags the plug down your stomach, over your mound, sliding it briefly between your lips. It’s cold, and it makes you gasp.

“Are you ready for this one, hm?” His eyes are closed, and he’s rubbing his forehead over your own. 

“Yes, baby.” You’re nodding, reaching for either side of his face. Fingers curling around to the back of his neck, you inhale a sharp breath, feeling the coolness of the object apply pressure between your cheeks. 

Widening your legs for him, your jaw drops open, feeling the smooth and easy slide of it as it enters your tighter hole. To your surprise, you open up without hesitation, accepting it effortlessly. 

“Oh…” Max seems surprised, too. “Have I truly played with you to such extent?”

“Mhm,” You grin in return, fingers petting at the hair at the nape of his neck. They comb through his golden locks, lifting your chin to kiss his cheek as you hum. 

He smirks, turning to kiss your lips while giving the toy a small wiggle, feeling your hips sway as they chase the feeling. 

“Perhaps we should try another… you took this one far too easily.”

“¿Te gusta verme luchar?” (You like to see me struggle?)

“Me encanta.” He repeats your words from earlier, wiggling the plug again before removing it from you. (I love it) 

And it’s true, Max really loved to see your body accommodate whatever he gave to you. Putting the first toy back, he picks up the second, this gem a bright and dazzling blue. 

“What is it?” You question quietly, mesmerized by the color. 

“Sapphire.” He responds easily. “Open.” 

Without even thinking about it, you do, opening your mouth so he can insert this new toy. He twists it, rubbing it against your tongue until he’s satisfied. Taking it out, he dives down before you can close your mouth, dragging his tongue over your own. 

He then nods to you once, his bloodshot eyes looking deeply into your own. “Roll over,” Comes his breathy demand. “Lay over the side of the bed.” 

Shuffling to the left, you do as he says, all while plastering a huge grin across your face. You never knew what position Max would take when in bed with you, and honestly, you liked either outcome. It’s clear he wants to be dominant today. 

Landing on his knees behind you, he sighs, instantly spreading you open from behind. 

“How beautiful…” Reaching out, he drags his pointer finger down over your crease, eyes flickering to the side as he grabs the toy. “Take a deep breath for me.” 

Inhaling slowly, deeply, you feel that similar pressure once more, wiggling back into his touch. It’s an incredibly erotic sensation, to have Maxwell spread you open from behind, doing whatever he wishes. 

At first, this one is a bit more difficult to take. He applies pressure in tiny pulsing motions, leaning forward to kiss your left cheek. 

“Take it,” He whispers, “Take it for me…”

Opening up a bit, you allow the toy to slide in. And with the view he has now, he groans, eyes briefly rolling back into his head. The gem is perfectly nestled between your cheeks, sitting snugly inside you and even more so when he pulls your beautiful curves further apart. Leaning in, he kisses the blue jewel, licking lightly around it. 

“Max…”

“You did so good with this one.” His praise was always a reassuring thing to you. “You are an incredible thing.”

The way you sound makes him moan, makes him feel feral inside. It’s a wanton and drawn-out sound, a small, girlish gasp toward the end of it. But he wants more than that, he wants more than a simple sound. 

“Again.” 

This word surprises you. You’d assumed he’d keep this one in a little longer than the last, but he’s moving on. 

“Ugh,” Comes your choked-out groan, feeling him rip the toy from your hole.

“Too rough?” He asks with a sinister grin, leaning in to kiss your plump curves. He expects an answer but you just whimper in response. “Here,” He then says, his attractive accent and low baritone making your arousal burn bright. “Let me kiss it better.”

“Maxwell,” The word comes out as a high whine crawling up from your throat, the noise piercing the air when you feel him kiss you on the very center of your crease.

“That’s it…” He coos to you, “Say it again, preciosa. Say my name again.” (Precious)

“Maxwell…” By now he’s switched from gentle kisses to kitten licks, closing his eyes while he moans. He does this for his own enjoyment, but to also prepare you for the next gem. You’re only halfway through, after all. 

“An emerald is next,” His humid breath warms your skin. “Bigger than the last.” 

“I’m ready.” It’s a choked-out gasp, one followed by a thick swallow. “I want more.”

“Hm…” Maxwell hums, smiling. “Voracious little thing.” And then he bites you, sucking on your sweet flesh and digging his teeth in. He listens to you moan, satisfied with himself when he pulls back to see the blossoming bruise. 

“You’re satisfying me, sweet thing.” He purrs happily, smoothing his hand over your backside while reaching for the third toy. 

You’re shocked by the sound of him spitting on you, dragging the dark green jewel down between your cheeks. Without even looking at it, you can feel how much bigger it is than the last one. And to think, you still have another after this. 

Breathing deeply, you whine, “Maxwell…”

“Sh…” Another smooth swipe of his hand over your backside, his voice and touch calming you. 

Using the tip of the toy to rub in his spit, it makes him grin, chuckling behind you. His free hand grips your hip when he starts to push it into you, watching as you toss your head back.

“Mm,” 

“There it is,” He immediately says. “That’s what I like to hear.”

“Oh,” Moaning loudly, your eyes pinch shut, taking more and more of the plug. 

This is what he’s craved, your sweet symphony. While twisting the toy and pulsing it against your taut hole, he listens to your erotic melody, as if you were a siren calling him out to sea. 

“Dime,” Comes his gritty voice. “¿Cómo se siente?” (Tell me, how does it feel?)

Reaching around with his left hand, he finds your naked sex, rubbing slow and firm circles over it. And it makes you moan again, thrusting your hips back against him.

“Yes…” He releases a breath of amazement, laughing happily. “Answer me, sweet thing. Tell me how it feels, how much you crave it.”

“I l-love it,” You’re clutching the bedsheets, pressing your forehead into the mattress and gasping. “I love what you do to me.”

With a small, wet suck, the toy enters you fully, making him groan. “Just look at that.”

He hasn’t stopped rubbing you, the pleasurable tingle making it much easier for you to continue. Breathing deeply, you release a small mewl, feeling his finger once again enter you. 

“Stuffed so full…” He’s talking to himself, muttering beneath his breath. 

In and out, he pushes his finger, watching your wetness drip out around him. Your plugged hole pulses around the toy, and Max watches intently. 

“I want you to take this last one,” He then commands, his breaths picking up. “We don’t have much more time.”

Has an hour truly gone by already?

“I want you to take it for me before going to dinner; I want to see you do it, bonita niña. I need it, I need it now.” (Pretty girl)

When he takes the third one out of you, you’re fluttering and moaning all over again. Before he even reaches out to retrieve the last toy, he bends forward, mouthing at your aching hole. 

“Max,” Eyes shutting gracefully, you smile against the bedsheets, embracing the feeling. You’ve always loved his tongue. “Eso es muy bueno…” (That’s so good…)

 But he isn’t even listening to you, he’s too enamored with the task of fulfilling his own needs. He runs the tip of his tongue around your hole over and over again before laying it out over your taut muscles entirely. 

“Breathe for me.” He tells you calmly, deeply, pressing a hand to your lower back when he reaches over to grab the last toy. 

“This one,” He breathes out, settling back on his knees. “Will go so nicely with that pretty dress.”

“Let me see.” You smile, pushing yourself up onto your forearms. Turning your head, you’re met with the sight of his handsome grin. Lifting a hand he grabs your chin, forcing your lips onto his before whispering, “You’re doing so good for me.” 

He then shows you the jewel, this one with a deep red tint. 

“Is that…”

“A ruby.” He finishes for you, turning the larger plug slowly in his hand. “So rare.” And then those menacing orbs find your eyes. “I want it inside you.”

Instantly, your eyes widen, his heavy breaths and deep voice truly mesmerizing you. As he leans in, you can practically hear his heart pounding, can see the veins in his neck as he sucks in a harsh breath. 

“Princesa,” He coos to you, lifting a hand to brush over the side of your face. “¿Lo usarás para mí?” (Princess, will you wear it for me?)

“Yes, baby.” A bright smile grows on your face. “I wanna see how it feels.”

Maxwell grins, leaning over your body. He presses his front to your back, kissing his way down your spine before landing on your hips and sliding down to your ass. Spreading you open once again, he licks you gently, making sure you’re ready. 

“Baby, please.” The anticipation is making you fidgety, needy. 

With a satisfied hum, he places the toy on your sensitive skin, sliding it forward with gentle force. The sting of this one is entirely dissimilar to that of the others, as it’s nearly the same size as him. With a deep breath, you close your eyes, moaning gently when it’s halfway in. Turning it slightly, Maxwell spits on you again, grabbing your left thigh and groaning while he presses his nose into your plump flesh. 

“Baby.”

“Do you like it?” Comes his immediate return, massaging your thigh in his hand. “Do you like how it feels?” 

His passion overcomes him, his fingers pushing the plug the rest of the way in. You squeal loudly, whining out for him. And he sighs when you do this, incredibly satisfied. 

“Oh… I knew you’d sound the prettiest with this one in.” 

“Max, baby.” Chest heaving, you swallow heavily. “Fuck…”

“Hm…” Lifting his body, he leans over you again, lacing your skin with tender kisses. “You did good for me, honey.”

Alongside a sudden knock on the outer door is a voice calling out to him. “Mr. Lord?”

You jump slightly, wondering if she’s going to come in. But Max just smiles, raising his voice to shout back, “Not now, Raquel.” 

“Mr. Lord, dinner is ready.” She continues, her voice filled with anxiety. She always tries to keep him on a strict schedule. 

“We’ll be there shortly.” With that, she leaves, allowing you a moment of relief. 

He then nudges your jaw with his nose, happy when you turn your head to kiss him. And while he distracts you with his lips, he pulls the plug out, groaning when he feels you gasp into his mouth.

“Ugh,” Releasing a heavy grunt, you close your eyes, feeling him press his lips to your cheek once the toy is entirely out. 

“Come.” He tells you, giving your shoulder a loving kiss. 

With that he removes himself from you, dropping the toy into the box alongside the others. Standing, he adjusts his business suit, looking down to smooth out the fabric of his jacket. 

You’re still panting, now rolling over onto your back. Sitting up, you sigh lightly, looking him up and down. He always looked so good like this, slightly disheveled while wearing his business suit. His hair is a mess, but he brushes it back, smirking when he looks down at you. 

“You’re an enticing little thing…” Bending down, he urges you onto your back again. “Looking at me like that.”

“Baby,” Reaching up, you grab either side of his face, whispering, “I love the things you do to me.”

When you return to the second deck, the dishes that had been set were now filled with seafood of nearly every kind. King crab, lobster, scallops, oysters, and even octopus are displayed on the large table. Alongside the main entrées are multiple side dishes, as well, including steamed vegetables, Greek salad, and garlic bread. 

The two of you sit on either end of the table, filling your plates before diving in. You’re also each given a glass from the champagne tower that had been poured earlier, along with a glass of water and a drink menu. And while this is all very lavish and entertaining, you can’t seem to focus on the delectable sight in front of you. 

“Is it not to your liking?” Max frowns, noticing you haven’t started eating. Even through all of his shit, Maxwell was still a gentleman; he wasn’t going to eat if you weren’t. 

“No! No it is.” Grabbing your fork with a smile, you lean forward to take a bite of salad, but not before releasing a shaky sigh. 

He smirks. “Are you sore?”

His blatant and not at all quiet question makes your face burn. You’re not sure any of the staff heard, as they all seem to be fairly busy with their duties. Regardless, your insides still twist with anxiety upon hearing the question. 

Timidly, you nod, glancing down at your plate. You might also have a tiny smirk on your face. 

Grinning, he lifts his glass to take a sip, his voice echoing over the liquid. “I like that.” 

Throughout the entire dinner, Max is smirking at you, content with the knowledge you’ve given him. Try as you might, your arousal is unwilling to subside. You feel quivery, your insides fluttering when he makes you the object of his gaze. 

After a moment of silent eating, Maxwell speaks. “Gracias, mi belleza.” (Thank you, my beauty)

Looking up, you tilt your head. “¿Para qué?” (For what?)

“You have given me everything I have wanted in life.” 

Smiling, you take a deep breath, his words prompting a variety of emotions to bubble up inside. You never expected anything in return for your wish; you wished for this because you love him. But he has been incredibly grateful for it, for you, and you’re thankful for that. Max was a greedy man, but he was a respectable one, too. 

“But why not want more?” You question, grinning. 

He repeats you quietly, passionately. “But why not want more…”

“I love you.” You tell him genuinely, nodding. “I only want to see you happy. I will give you whatever you want.”

Suddenly standing, he wipes his hands, holding them out as he approaches you. "I am happy,” Closing in, he reaches for your face, cupping your cheeks with a firm passion. “You are my happiness.” 

The words he says come out with a genuine tone, speaking directly to your soul. You let him hold you like this, his smile coming to the surface. It’s a beautiful sight, seeing his grin grow in size, so much so that his little dimple forms on the side. 

“You’re so handsome, mi amor.” (My love)

“And you…” He nearly growls, his darkened eyes dipping down to admire your form. “Are a ravishing thing.”

This makes your heart pound profusely, inhaling a shaky breath. 

“You want more?” He asks, met with your eager nod. “Follow me.” He tells you, “I will show you more.” 

With one last sip from your glass, you stand, allowing Max to take your hand. With dinner now done he leads you to the bottom deck, the one closest to the water. He ushers you along, sliding his hand around to the small of your back as you walk toward the edge of the deck. Reaching out, you place your hands on the railing, watching the sunset. 

Maxwell comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your midsection and resting his chin on your shoulder. Breathing in, he inhales the sweet smell of your perfume, sighing lightly from the scent of it. 

“This is mine.” He whispers into your ear, “All of this is mine, and it’s all because of you.”

“I will give you more, mi amor.” You promise him sweetly, knowing that your wish will deliver him anything he could ever yearn for. (My love) 

“I owe you a great debt, my little love.” Max’s smile presses to your cheek, his hold on your tightening. 

With a smile you respond, “You owe me nothing.” Reaching back, you comb lightly through his hair. “Your love is enough.” 

Your collective pursuit and material goods has been a driving force in your relationship. It made you attracted to him, seeing the passion he had to complete his life goals. No matter what, Maxwell was always a persistent man. He didn’t give up easily, if ever. And when he first saw you, that excessive need to have whatever he damn well pleased took over then, too. 

“It’s gorgeous here.” You tell him softly, quietly, staring at the beautiful shades and purples and blues. 

You’re a mesmerizing thing to him, a true work of art inside and out. He thinks you match his own personality rather well, your confidence and attitude toward life remaining the same. At first, he was attracted to your body, your face, your beautiful hair and your dazzling smile. You turned heads in any and every room. He knew he had to have you. But then he got to know you. And that’s when he decided to keep you.  

“Isn’t it?” He responds half-heartedly, not really focusing on what you’re saying anymore. He’s brushing your hair to the side, moving to mouth at your neck. 

You can tell by the way he says it that he’s very obviously distracted. He’s already rising behind you, the feeling of his mouth hot and wet. Pressing yourself back into him, you grin, wanting to spur your lover on. And as soon as you do, his hand flies down, gripping you harshly on your ass. 

“I want to have you.” He grits out into your ear, his lips pressing to its outer shell.

“Maxwell,” You chuckle, turning your head to the side he’s nearest. “You do have me.” But he just squeezes your flesh harder in his hand. 

“Do not play games with me.” It’s a warning, one seethed out from his mouth. 

Smirking, you turn away to face the water again. He’s right, you knew what he meant. But just as you’re beginning to admire the view again, he does something unexpected. Almost as soon as you look away from him, his hand rises to your jaw, yanking your head back in his direction. 

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

It makes you gasp, his authoritative tone and choice of words. His hold on you is tight, his curved nose pressing into your cheek. 

“Let me have you, mi princesa, mi preciosa niña.” (My princess, my precious girl)

“Right here?” Your pulse quickens against your skin. Now, you’re unsure of what he means. Surely he isn’t suggesting you do this here, he’s never touched you in a public setting. But he doesn’t give you a definitive answer, not verbally, not really.

“Lift up your leg, hermosa.” (Beautiful) 

Before you even have a chance to move, he’s doing it for you, placing his hand beneath your knee to lift it in the air and bend it over the rail. 

“That’s it…” He smooths his hands up beneath your dress, over the soft curves of your ass. “I want you riiight here.”

A small breeze brushes over your skin when he lifts your dress up to your hips. Your face runs hot when he does this - you feel so exposed. 

“Just like that.” He hurriedly rushes out, hands now dropping to his belt. 

Whipping your head in either direction, you gauge your surroundings, wondering if anyone is near. Right now, you don’t see or hear anyone, which is relieving. But at the same time, you’re not exactly sure of the crew’s schedules. They could come down at any moment. 

“Yes…” Maxwell’s erotic hiss brings you back to the present, as well as his naked and prodding tip. 

“Max,” Gasping out when he pushes you forward, your fingers curl around the railing while your heart leaps into your throat. 

Quickly, he lifts his fingers up to his mouth, swiping them across his tongue before bringing them down. He rubs the pads of his digits over your naked sex, thankful you decided to forgo panties for the night. 

“B-Baby!” Your squeal turns into a shout when he shoves himself in, Max’s mouth dropping open completely. 

“Oh…” It’s a loud and forceful groan, a harsh bite digging into your shoulder shortly thereafter. “I’ve been waiting to do this since I put those toys inside you.” 

Both of those large hands slide over your hips, slowly beginning to rock you back and forth before you have any real time to adjust to him. Hanging your head down, you suck in a deep breath, excitement rushing through your veins. And he can hear this, your flustered state making him laugh. 

“You’ll do anything for me, won’t you?” He asks, now rolling his hips into you. Each thrust shoves you over the railing just a little, but to make you feel safe he slinks one hand up and around your waist. Pulling you close, he kisses your ear, whispering, “My rich little slut.” 

“Max,” An incredible smile blooms across your face. He could be so good at talking dirty. “You like spoiling me?”

“Bebita,” The arm he had around your waist retracts, that broad palm sliding up to your neck. Fingers gripping the choker around your throat, he tugs you back, grunting into your ear. “Sabes que lo hago.” (Baby girl, you know I do)

“I love that,” With his exciting words, you gain a bit of confidence, now bouncing back against him. He’s diving entirely inside every time, hitting you deep and moaning when he feels you grow tight. 

Your next words are calculated, ones you know will make him fall to his fucking knees. Reaching back, you grab onto his hair, whispering, “I love my sugar daddy.” 

“Fuck,” His eyes roll back, hand tightening on your throat. An airy gasp falls from your lips, feeling his hold on your windpipe. “Yes, yes, mi bonita niña.” (My pretty girl)

It’s impossible for him to not react to those words, and you know it. Maxwell fucking loves spoiling you with everything he has. Dressing you in his wealth, keeping you safely tucked away in lavish homes, taking you places only royalty would come to know. It’s the least he can do for the woman who gave him the world, for the woman who made him a god. 

You’re glad that you decided to do this on the yacht, you could never get away with it anywhere else. You can’t see any land from where you’re at, it’s just you two and the crew. And apparently to Maxwell, he doesn’t even care about that. After he called you his rich little slut, his thrusts have sped up significantly, thick fingers not once letting go of your throat. His dominant hand stays cemented to your hip, the sound of him delving into your sex traveling across the water and ringing in your ears. He’s swollen inside you, and you’ve never heard such passionate grunts emanate from his mouth before. 

“M-Max, Maxwell,” You’re choking slightly, coughing from his firm hold. The blood is your fingertips is straining against the firm curl of your knuckles on the railing, your pelvis knocking against the metal with each of his thrusts. 

“That’s it, princesa,” Sweat forms along his hairline, a wide grin on his straining face. “Be a good girl for your papí, make him happy.” (Princess, daddy) 

Leaning forward, he attaches his mouth to your neck, to the skin above his fingers’ harsh hold. While kissing the back of your neck, he grinds up into you, sighing out when he feels your subtle pulse, when he hears your quiet gasp. 

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Mhm,” Nodding, whining, you reply with, “Yes.”

He huffs out a chuckle, doing it again, and again. The way he’s holding you, the way he’s fucking you, makes you feel like you’re the most captivating thing on earth. 

“Please, harder,” You mean to say more, but you’re interrupted by a short gasp. One that doesn’t belong to either one of you. 

Apparently, Raquel has stumbled upon your current situation and is standing a little ways behind the two of you. Looking over his shoulder, he grins, those black and bloody eyes staring at his assistant. 

“I, M-Mr. Lord,” 

“Not now, Raquel.” He repeats his earlier words, grin growing wider before his lips return to your neck.

She watches with wide eyes as he sucks on your throat, those surprised orbs traveling down to witness Max’s bare cock sliding in and out. The way he’s bending you over allows her to see your entire lower half, forcing her to stutter out a breath before spinning around to face the opposite direction. 

“Max!” Your next whine finally forces her to scurry away, crying out from his harsh movements. “Baby,”

He’s colored you in multiple bruises, all over your shoulder and neck - he can’t help it. Every time he’s inside you it feels like the first, he could never get enough. He always wants more, more, more. 

Snarling, he grips the chain around your neck. “Do you know why you wear this?”

All you can do in response is whimper, head resting back on his shoulder.

“Because it makes you mine.” And then a quiet, maniacal laugh. “It makes you mine.”

“I, M-Max,” Smiling, he releases you slightly, petting at your throat. “I’ll never, never take it off.”

“I know you won’t.” 

Whenever he’s rough with you, he always finds the choker around your neck. He gave it to you as a statement, a declaration. And you’ve worn it ever since. 

“What, fuck,” Eyes rolling back, they close completely, still resting your head on Max’s shoulder. “What about R-Raquel?”

“What about her, cariño?” (Sweetheart)

“She saw us.”

“Let her see.” Easily, he shrugs this off, the motion of his hips now becoming erratic. “It was bound to happen sooner or later.” 

“Maxwell,” Rolling your eyes, you grin. “You’re so insatiable with me.” 

“I know, I know, I know,” As if he can’t control himself, he growls, briefly baring his teeth behind you. “And I’ll never get enough.” 

Snarling, he leans forward, forcing you to hold onto the railing again. The hand on your throat slides down, shoving itself beneath the hem of your dress. He cups one of your breasts, swiping his thumb across your nipple piercing and grinning. It makes him chuckle breathlessly, his precum continuing to leak from his tip while he fucks you raw. 

Slamming himself into you he grunts, eyes pinching shut. “Te amo, mi belleza.” (I love you, my beauty)

“Baby, te quiero; te amo, papí.” You’re both babbling out your emotions for one another, one of the many things that tells you he’s close. “Let me feel it, please.” (I love you; love you, daddy)

Max never tells you when he’s going to cum, he doesn’t need to. It’s such an obvious thing, his trembling limbs, his forceful huffs of air, the way his mouth drops open and his eyes force shut, the way his body curls tightly over yours. And you embrace it, every second of it, reveling in the sensation of his release as it warms your insides. 

“Ngh,” He shouts into your ear. “Ugh…”

His orgasm sparks something wild inside him, his chest choking out desperate gasps as he holds onto you. His pelvis juts against your body, his arms keeping you close. And even if you don’t cum with him, you still squeeze him impossibly tight, your wet, warm walls never ceasing to milk him dry. 

While Max’s body quivers behind you, you open your eyes, met with an incredible sight. The sun is nearly beneath the horizon, stars now beginning to come out. It takes your breath away, seeing the sea like this. It provides the moment with an ethereal sensation, one that makes you both relax. Max opens his eyes, too, but he barely looks at the sky. Still reveling in his high, he only focuses on you. 

The only unfortunate thing about sex with Max was that he was still an incredibly greedy man. He always came, whether you did or not. He prioritized how he felt, prioritized his own pleasure before even considering yours. Whether it was you or him on your knees, he always made sure to get the most out of your activities. But in the long run, it didn’t matter to you, not when his mouth made up for it so beautifully.

#oh baby #Max Lord #Maxwell Lord #Wonder Woman 1984 #WW84 #Max Lord x you #Max Lord x reader #Max Lord x female reader #Max Lord smut #Kinktober #Kinktober 2022 #Sintober #Sintober 2022

[whiskeynwriting]

Updates

Hi my loves! I have some exciting updates for you all!

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Kinktober 2022

This year, I'm going to be calling my version of Kinktober , "Sintober". I will be basing my writing off of the seven deadly sins. I'm going to give you all the opportunity to vote on which Pedro character will be matched with which sin. For example, Oberyn Martell could be paired with gluttony or lust, and would likely be written participating in an orgy.

I will write each piece based around that character and the sin they're matched with, and each piece will be inherently sexual (ofc).

Below is the link for you all to vote! Voting closes October 1st.

Sintober 2022

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Series Summaries

Recently I received an ask about my multiple series (Blurred Lines, Insatiable, Red String, and MBFD). I often post the chapters with many weeks in between them, which can cause people to forget what happened in previous chapters.

From now on, I will be posting a detailed summary at the end of each chapter. This way when a new one comes out, if you can't remember the details of the previous chapter, you can go back and read the summary.

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If you are confused on either of these topics, feel free to reach out to me!

Much love,

Liv

#account updates #kinktober 2022 #sintober #sintober 2022 #Pedro Pascal #I'm so excited for this

[star1117-archives]

Day Four : Lapdance w/ Mingi (Gn!Reader)

✭ Word Count : 598

✭ Warnings : Lap dance, Sexual tension, bsf!mingi, spin the bottle, mentioned WooSan (?)

✭ A/N : depression said no sexy hours so I cockblocked y’all lmao

✭ Network : @cacaokpop-fics

© 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝟏𝟏𝟏𝟕-𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬. Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, repost or use my work in any way, shape or form.

It was nearing midnight when you settled into the circle Mingi and his friends had formed on the floor, the male resting his head on your shoulder as he idly watched the game of spin the bottle. After a busy day, he’d really rather have gone to bed early, but he begrudgingly joined Yunho’s mini-party, knowing he’d get no sleep either way. The only thing that kept him from giving up and escaping to his room however, was you, his best friend. The two of you were almost constantly mistaken for being a couple, both of you being fans of affection and skinship. It was why no one was even fazed when Mingi backhugged you, resting on you as he held you close.

It was now San’s turn to spin the bottle after finishing his dare, scowling slightly as Wooyoung blew kisses at him. He had to kiss the younger for seven seconds, and with Wooyoung being Wooyoung, this unexpectedly included tongue. He quickly turned the glass, watching it intently until it landed on you. Well, you and Mingi. San’s expression lightened as he sent you a teasing smirk.

“Who’s gonna do the truth or dare outta you lovebirds?”

Before you could speak up, ever the shit-stirrer, Wooyoung intervened. 

“Why don’t they just do it together? They’re practically joined at the hip anyways.”

San thought for a second before shrugging his shoulders and agreeing.

“Makes sense. Truth or dare, you two?” 

You looked back at Mingi, who was still half-asleep on your shoulder, seemingly uninterested. Perhaps it was time to wake him up a little.

“Dare.”

Mingi nudged your neck with his head, groaning at the thought of moving when it was the last thing he wanted to do. You were warm and comfy, so much so that he was nearly asleep. He was so comfy, in fact, that Mingi didn’t even notice Yunho leaning into San’s ear with an evil smirk. It was evident from the younger male’s expression that whatever Yunho had said was definitely a good dare.

“Y/N, I dare you to give Mingi a lap dance.”

Mingi perked up at this, pulling off your shoulder and about to argue when he was unexpectedly cut off by none other than… you?

“What a pathetic excuse for a dare. C’mon Min, come sit down.” 

Mingi tried to sputter out a protest but was shoved into a chair nevertheless, the whoops and cheers of your friends egging you on. When he tried to stand up, you simply pushed him down again by his shoulder, smirking as you whispered in his ear.

“Don’t be a pussy, baby.”

Mingi gulped at the petname and nodded, trying to fight the blush that was making its way onto his cheeks. You stalked away for a second, scrolling through whoever’s phone was connected to the speaker before choosing one with a smile. Mingi’s face dropped when P*$$Y Fairy by Jhené Aiko filled the room, regretting ever admitting to you one drunken evening that it was one of his favourites to.. have fun to.

You quickly made your way back to Mingi, loosely trailing your arm around the chair before leaning down next to his ear, voice sultry as you spoke.

“You ready?”

Mingi tried to laugh away his embarrassment, turning to you with a sheepish smile.

“If I say no, will it matter?”

“Nope.”

Sighing, Mingi slumped into the chair, frowning slightly.

“Fine, do your worst.”

Chuckling, you pressed a kiss to Mingi’s ear before straightening up, noticing the visible blush on the male’s cheeks.

“Oh, I plan to.”

————————— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ [Sintober 2022]

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#the archives ━━ [📚] #sintober #sintober 2022 #ateez kinktober #mingi #song mingi #atz mingi #ateez mingi #ateez #ateez suggestive #events ━━ [🎫] #suggestive ━━ [⏳] #mingi ━━ [🌟] #gender neutral reader ━━ [🤍]

[whiskeynwriting]

can’t wait to dive into the new piece!! is sloth also coming today?

Hi my love! I was actually just going to make a post about this!

Unfortunately, Sloth will not be posted today. I had an awful sinus infection all last week, and wasn't able to finish it in time. But I can promise you it will be posted within the next few days. My latest guess would be by Thursday. I'm actually working on it rn (;

I'm sorry for the disappointment lovelies. But for now, I hope you enjoy Gluttony <3 and if you haven't read Pride and Envy, check that out too (;

#Sintober #Sintober 2022 #Kinktober #Kinktober 2022 #Pero Tovar #Frankie Morales #Daddy Whiskey #Agent Whiskey

[whiskeynwriting]

pls do not feel bad!! sinus infections suck all the energy out of you so I totally understand

Thank you so much for understanding my love 🥺 I hate that being sick put me so far back on my Sintober list.

Unfortunately my babies, because I was sick the first week of October, I've been playing catch up with Sintober. So, “Greed” will not be posted tonight. However, “Lust” was just posted, so I hope you all enjoy that ♥️ and “Greed” will be posted sometime this week.

And next Monday is the last piece! I can't believe it's almost November already 😩😭

#I love you my bbs #go check out my posted piece! #Oberyn Martell #Maxwell Lord #Sintober #Sintober 2022

[whiskeynwriting]

*clears throat* Okay, so…

HOW DO I GO ON AFTER READING YOUR PERO AND WHISKEY SINTOBER FICS!!! HOW!

I MEAN, THIS IS WHERE I’M AT:

Damn, you wrote both of these so INCREDIBLY and AMAZINGLY!!! You have such a talent for sure, I’m always amazed and blown away by what you write! 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

I’m excited for the rest of Sintober now, what an introduction to it!

I am so fucking thrilled you love Sintober so much oh my gosh 😍😩♥️ As you already know this comment made my entire day/week/month. IlySM

And if y'all haven't seen my Sintober fics, here's the link to the Sintober Masterlist (;

Because of my concussion I still have two more Sintober pieces to post, "Wrath" and "Greed". I'm hoping to get "Greed" posted tonight! Stay tuned!

#Sintober #Sintober 2022 #Kinktober #Kinktober 2022