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Law of Attraction — Chapter Two: Exposition

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rating: 18+, minors dni.

warnings: professor!Joel, student!reader, (consensual) professor x student relations, joel miller au, reader is mentioned to be plus sized, drinking, jealousy, age gap (reader is late 20’s, joel mid 40’s), smut (m oral receiving, fingering, face sitting, unprotected piv), fluff, no use of y/n. 18+, minors dni.

word count: 5.3k

chapter synopsis: only one student gets chosen to go on an all-inclusive trip to the criminal justice expo that’s held at a different location every year. what happens when professor miller happens to be the attending staff representing the university of austin?

Your phone pinged in your lap, and you tore your eyes away from the TV screen to see what it was. You and your roommate, Adrienne, who also happened to be your best friend, were watching reruns of Gilmore Girls.

It was Saturday night and both of you felt like staying in, which ended up with both of you making dinner and filling up wine glasses before you settled in on the couch to watch the beloved show.

“Holy shit.” You say out loud, not believing the student e-mail you received in your inbox.

“What?” Adrienne questioned, gaze slowly moving to you.

“I got accepted– my application,” You started, completely dumbfounded. “I get to go to the criminal justice expo.”

“What? No fucking way dude! Isn’t that like a one-student-only type deal?” Adrienne questioned, turning her body to fully face you.

You nod, looking down to your phone again. You scrolled down the email, looking for the details of where it was going to be this year.

“It’s in California this year,” You say, chewing on your bottom lip to find out the attending staff from your school. You froze when you saw his name pop up. “Professor Miller is the attending staff.”

Adrienne’s face lit up, and she nudged you with her foot. “Are you kidding me? Free drinks, free food, free flight, and you get to bone again with your hot Professor?”

“Adri!”

“What? Oh, come on, you said that the sex you two had was mind blowing. Now you guys can, you know, fuck on an actual bed instead of a desk.” She snickered, and you rolled your eyes.

Adrienne knew how hot Joel was. She never had him as a professor, but people talked regardless. She was an alumni now and when you told her you two fucked, she nearly lost her mind. She told you to give her all the juicy details, and congratulated you for finally allowing yourself to have something like this.

You and Joel had been texting back and forth every so often within the past couple of weeks, and when it came to seeing him in class, he could barely look your way. He told you that if he did, he’d just get way too turned on to even carry on with the lesson.

The trip was over the beginning weekend of spring break, which was in a week. You sighed and toyed with your bottom lip between your teeth, contemplating on telling Joel if you were the chosen student.

“So are you gonna tell Professor Hottie that you’re going to California?” It’s like Adrienne could read your mind sometimes.

“Actually, I think I’m going to keep it a surprise.”

She raises her eyebrows, “Will there be a bar there?”

You look up the hotel listed on the itinerary— J.W. Marriott in Los Angeles.

“The hotel has a bar.”

“So what I’m hearing is we need to go shopping for a nice little number that’ll make him wanna eat you right up.” Adrienne cocks an eyebrow up at you, and you purse your lips into a thin line. You knew you wouldn’t win this argument if you told her no.

“I mean, I’m going back home. Might as well shmooze some potential employers too, right?” You crack a grin at her, and she cheers while clapping her hands.

“You’re gonna look so hot in California. Professor M won’t know what’s coming to him.”

The following week went by swiftly. Your flight left at six in the morning to Los Angeles. As soon as you got to the hotel, you showered and napped before you had to get ready for the convergence of the first night.

The black dress Adrienne helped you pick out defined your curves, giving you a sexy silhouette. You took your time getting ready. You wore your hair down, put dark brown shadow in the crease of your eye, dusted gold shimmer over the top of your lid, and painted your lips red. You slipped on your trustee black heels and gave yourself one last look-over before you decided you looked hot enough to woo the richest man in the room.

You knew Joel was going to be downstairs, as staff and faculty had to pair with students from their own school. He texted you that he’d miss you since he had to go to this event before spring break, so it meant that he had absolutely no clue you’d be here. Unless he did, and he was just playing coy.

You put your keycard in your clutch, spritzing your favorite perfume on yourself, and walked out of your room to head for the elevator. Your heels clicked against the wooden floors of the elevator, and the glossy metal surrounding you gave you a good view of your reflection. You hit the button to take you down to the lobby, going back to looking at yourself a little bit longer.

You felt confident if you were honest with yourself. You usually adorned your body in looser clothing, something comfy and casual that wouldn’t show off too many of your curves. That was just your comfort zone—but, after the way you’ve been feeling lately, it’s elevated ten times more.

The elevator dinged, signaling you were down at the lobby’s level. The convention room wasn’t too far off, veering to the right. There were already so many students and faculty members from all kinds of different universities, mingling and drinking and having a good time. Nerves overtook your body for a split second before completely dissipating when you realized you were the one turning heads.

You decided it was safest to head for the bar first, just to get a little bit of liquid courage into your system. You ordered a Mai Tai, graciously thanking the bartender as you slipped onto a stool and deliberately sipped on your drink.

You turned your body so your eyes could casually scan the crowd, but in all reality, you were looking for Joel. Not even a few minutes later, and you spotted him. He looked deliciously handsome, with some dark slacks that hung low on his hips with an aqua blue button-up that complimented his tan skin tone exquisitely. His black glasses that framed his face matched his shiny black shoes. But, there was just one thing.

He wasn’t alone.

Some woman, who looked to be around his age, had a gentle hand on his bicep as she was laughing at something he said. They were talking with two other gentlemen whom you didn’t recognize.

You felt it. The ugly green monster slowly crept into you, seeping into your bones the longer you stared at Joel and the woman. They actually looked really nice together. Someone his age, more experienced, and really pretty. Someone his type.

You sipped on your drink some more, hating how you felt this way. He wasn’t even your boyfriend or anything of the sort. You two’ve only fucked once. He doesn’t owe you anything, and he can see whoever he pleases. So why did this make you so uneasy?

You sighed and slipped off of the stool, heading to the check-in area to get your lanyard that was supposed to say your name and the school you represented.

That’s when Joel spotted you from behind. He could recognize those beautiful curves anywhere. He excused himself from the conversation briefly as he made his way over to you, leaning against the table. You jumped at his presence, putting a hand over your heart, which was now racing.

“Joel.” You spoke softly, and he looked confused.

“Darlin’, what are you doin’ here? Are you the student that got chosen? Why didn’t ya tell me?” He asked all at once, his words coming out in a rush.

You simply shrugged. “Wanted to surprise you.”

“Well, it’s definitely one hell of a surprise. Look at you.” He whistled, eyes trailing down your body. You looked incredible and the more he looked at his surroundings, the more he saw men staring at you. They looked at you in an almost perverted way, and Joel frowned.

“Thanks, Professor. You clean up nicely too.” Your smile is lip tight, and you’re secretly begging the alcohol to start taking effect. Joel’s eyes roam down to your drink, and he quirks an eyebrow.

“C’mon, I have someone I want ya t’meet.” He holds out his arm for you so he can escort you to his previous spot, where the same woman you saw with him earlier stood talking to another woman this time.

“Joel! I was just telling Misty that their food at the breakfast buffet here is amazing. Will you join us tomorrow morning?” The woman asks, and Joel smiles.

“Of course, Tess. I’d love to.”

“And who might this lovely young woman be?” The woman, who’s name is apparently Tess, gestures to you.

“My student in my criminal law class. The one I told you about last week.”

So he talks about you?

“Mm. Well ain’t you a beauty. Even prettier than Joel described you to be.” Tess smiles at you, holding out a hand for you to shake. You take her hand in yours, giving it a shake as a shy smiles comes over your lips.

“Tess and I go way back. Went to college together. She’s my best friend. She works for the FBI now, actually.” Joel chuckles, and Tess waves a hand to ward his words off.

“That’s impressive. Hope my background check came out clean.” You joke, and Tess laughs.

“She’s funny, Joel,” Tess nudges him. She then turns to you. “Lovely woman you are, sweetheart. This here is my partner, Misty. She also works for the FBI.”

Her fucking partner. You feel so stupid. Why the fuck would you be so presumptuous when Joel’s been nothing but honest with you about everything you’ve asked him?

“It’s nice to meet you, Misty.” You say, shaking her hand.

“You too!” She beams, and you can already see the sunshine and realist dynamic between the two women. “You should join us for breakfast tomorrow.” She offers, tossing you a warm smile.

“Uhm,” You look at Joel for a split second. “I don’t want to intrude, really.”

“Nonsense! You’re not intruding at all, sweetheart. I wanna get to know the woman Joel’s been gushing about to me all week.” Tess teases, and Joel’s face immediately turns crimson.

“Okay, Tess. Enough.” Joel pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head.

You quietly chuckle as you lightly pat his back.

“Didn’t know you were so fond of me, Professor.” You tease, and he looks at you with an amused expression.

Tess laughs lightheartedly at the interaction between you two, telling you both that she’ll see you both tomorrow before her and Misty bid you two goodbye.

You sipped on the rest of your drink, avoiding trying to talk. The air between you and Joel shifted, and you could feel the tension radiating between both of you.

“Let’s go get you another drink, yeah?” Joel offered, smiling softly down at you. You eyed your empty Mai Tai and nodded, making your way over to the bar with him.

“Another Mai Tai for her. I’ll take a whiskey, neat please.” He told the bartender, and he got started on your drinks.

“Lotta fellas lookin’ at you tonight, darlin’. Y’sure are stealin’ the show.” Joel looks down at you, then to the many eyes staring at you before glancing back to you. The amused expression on his face told you that he wasn’t jealous, but you saw the way his jaw clenched and the muscle ticked in annoyance.

Before you could say anything, the bartender handed you both your drinks. You thanked him and turned back to Joel, who was gripping his whiskey glass rather tightly.

“Are you jealous, Professor?” You quirk your eyebrow at him, taking the drink out of his hand before he could react. You sipped it once, leaving a red lipstick stain to coat the top of the glass. You smirked and slid the drink back into his hand, and his eyes widened as he wearily looked around the room to see if anyone was watching your flirtatious endeavor.

It’s not like you two would particularly get into trouble, because after all, you two were very much legal, consenting adults. However, professors sleeping with their students was a bit… well, frowned upon. Plus, the last thing Joel wanted was for anyone to think that you didn’t get into this expo due to hard work—which was the truth—but rather, by sleeping with him to weasel your way into the one student slot.

“Not here, darlin’.”

“Still didn’t answer my question, Mr. Miller.” Your voice was thick with lust, the idea of Joel getting jealous over you extremely gratifying.

You felt the stickiness of your arousal coat the thin pair of panties you had on, and you started to squirm in your seat.

Joel noticed this too, but he remained collected. “Yes, alright? I don’t like when others look at what’s mine.”

“Yours.” You repeat slowly, a small scoff behind your words. It came off as if you were unimpressed by his wording, but in reality, your stomach erupted with butterflies.

Joel leaned closer to you, not liking your response to his words. “Yes,” He hissed, “Mine. That delicious, tight little pussy is all mine, n’ I mean it when I say I don’t like sharin’.”

You swallowed thickly as he pulled back, studying your face. He took a nonchalant sip of his whiskey, smirk hidden behind the glass.

The smart ass in you wanted to tell him that it was modern times and you weren’t his fucking property, but you refrained. If that’s what it took for this man to fuck you again, then so be it.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Mr. Miller.” You crossed one leg over the other as you sipped on your drink. The bartender had a heavy pour, so you were quickly feeling the affects of the alcohol now.

“Not dangerous when I know how to finish it.” He grits, downing the rest of his whiskey. You sip the rest of your drink nervously, all remembrance of being a lightweight being thrown out the window.

Joel could sense the nervousness that overtook you. You hated yourself for making it so clear that he affected you so much this way, but who could blame you with the way he looked at you?

He nods his head toward the exit. “C’mon, let me walk you to your room.”

Your heart sank in disappointment. Surely his words were just teasing words, and you almost pouted at him. How were you supposed to tell him you wanted him to fuck you until you saw stars?

You silently planted your heels to the ground once more, and with the convergence still in full swing, you doubt you two would be missed. Joel followed you into the elevator, and you let your body sink against the wall. You closed your eyes briefly, exhaustion slowly creeping over your body.

“What floor?” Joel asked.

“Fifteenth.”

He pushed the fifteenth floor button, and only about three floors up, you felt Joel’s hand on your waist. You peeled your eyes open and gasped softly at the new proximity between you two.

“You know how crazy you’ve been drivin’ me all night lookin’ like this, baby?” His whisper is hoarse, dangerously low. A glint of arousal flashes across the dark pools of his brown eyes, and your body instinctively moves closer to his. You’re flush up against him now, breathing uneven as you try to balance yourself.

“Joel.” You whine softly, clutching onto the collar of his shirt.

“I know, baby, I know.” He leans down to kiss you softly, and you completely melt into him. It’s like your body instinctively morphed into his as soon as he got close enough. You couldn’t help it. You craved his touch, his kiss, his expert tongue like nothing you’ve ever craved before.

He was intoxicating, and intoxicated off of him you were.

He took a free hand to slowly slide in between your thighs, already feeling how wet you were between your legs.

“Fuck, sweet girl.” Joel groaned, and you whimpered when he rubbed your clit over the fabric of your panties. He moved them to the side, knuckles teasing your slick folds as you clung onto him for dear life.

You started to grind your hips onto his knuckles, desperate for any kind of friction you could get. Joel chuckled at you, kissing your temple as you used his fingers to pleasure yourself.

“Such a needy pussy, baby.”

“Need you, Joel.”

“You’ll get me, baby. Patience.”

You groaned as he pushed a finger into you, pumping it at an expert pace. You felt the tight coil of release building up so much quicker than you anticipated, and right before you were about to cum, the elevator stopped with a ‘ding’.

Joel pulled his slick-soaked finger out of you, slipping it into his mouth as he sucked your arousal off of his digit. He pulled down your dress quickly before the doors opened, and you were practically trying to drag him to your room.

You made sure the coast was clear before unlocking your door with the keycard, tossing your clutch onto the table beside the door. As soon as the door closed, Joel pushed you up against it.

You had a moment of déjà vu, feeling like you were back in Joel’s office with you up against the door as he hungrily kissed you.

Your hands tangled into his styled hair, greedily tugging at it. You moaned against him, pushing yourself off of the door to lead Joel back to the king sized bed in the middle of the room. The back of his knees hit the bed, and you gently pushed him down so he’d sit.

“Take this dress off, baby. I wanna see you.” You turned around so he could help you with the zipper, and he happily obliged. He kissed the middle of your back once it became bare, and you turned around to face him again as you peeled the straps off of your shoulders. You were moving slowly on purpose, giving Joel a bit of a sensual show before you wanted to make him feel good.

Once the dress was completely off, you got down on your knees in front of him and began undoing his belt buckle. He ran a hand through your hair, cupping your jaw as you fiddled with the button of his slacks next.

“Y’don’t have to, baby.” Joel whispered, searching your eyes for apprehension. You shook your head at him.

“I want to. Wanted to since the day I laid eyes on you.” You confess, and he groans softly as you tap his hips, signaling him to lift them so you could take the clothing off of him. You palmed him through his boxers, giving his cock a slight tug over the cotton material.

If it’s one thing you were determined about, it was giving Joel the best head he’s ever had in his life. You slowly peeled off his boxers as well, tossing them somewhere in the room.

His erection sprang free, head swollen and leaking pre cum. You whined at the sight, biting your faded cherry red lips in anticipation. You looked up at Joel who looked at you expectantly, and you smiled up at him shyly before taking his cock into your hand, giving the silky flesh a few tugs. You kept doing that as you leaned down to trail kisses up his tan thighs, free hand rubbing circles into his skin before using your tongue to lick your way up to the base of his cock.

You moved your mouth away from him so you could finally give the tip a kiss, kitten licking it softly for a few seconds. The salty taste of pre cum melted onto your tongue, and you hummed up at him. You took the tip into your mouth, tongue swirling over it before moving further down his girthy shaft.

“Mmph– fuck, your mouth feels so goddamn good, baby.” Joel groaned, cradling the back of your head with his hand. You moved your mouth all the way down, being met with the coarse, unruly hairs at the bottom of his cock.

You moaned around him as you felt him twitch in your mouth, and you moved your mouth back up while squeezing your lips around him. You continued this motion for the next couple of minutes, bringing your free hand to gently fondle his balls.

His hips bucked up, causing you to gag around him. “Fuck, darlin’, ‘m sorry.”

You hummed against him again as you looked up into his eyes, brow furrowed and jaw clenched.

“Look so pretty with your mouth wrapped around my cock like that, baby.” He was panting now, and you stuck your tongue out of your lips so you could lick the underside of his cock with ease.

Joel gripped the bed sheets with such sheer force that you thought the threading was going to rip. His uneven breathing was apparent now, and his head tossed back as he held onto the back of your head, moving it up and down faster.

“Fuck baby, ‘m gonna– shit.” He cursed, and you swallowed every last drop of cum that spilled onto your tongue. You let go of his cock from your mouth with a small pop, leaning back on your heels to look up at him. His eyes met yours after a brief minute and he hummed, chuckling while he shook his head.

“Christ, babydoll.” Was all he said before gently tugging your arm so you’d stand up. You looked so divine like this in front of him—all lace and heels and curves and a sex appeal he just couldn’t fulfill himself enough with. He needed you in every way all the time. He couldn’t get enough of you.

“You sound so hot when you moan for me, Joel.” You say, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah?” He pulled you closer to him by your hips. You nod, biting your lip. He smirks as you as your hands trail down to the buttons of his shirt. You undo them one by one before slipping the aqua material off of his body, leaving him completely bare for you.

“You’re so handsome.” You whisper, and he smiled shyly up at you. Joel Miller? Shy? That’s a new one. You concluded that he didn’t get told that often, so you made a mental note to tell him as much as possible from now on.

Joel moves back on the bed to lay his head down where the pillows were. “C’mere.”

You moved to sit on your heels on the bed next to him, and he tugged at your wrist. He brought you down for a kiss before mumbling against your lips. “I want you to sit on my face, sweet girl.”

You pulled apart from him quickly, puzzled and completely mortified. “What?”

“I want you,” He repeated, tugging you back down to him, “To sit. On. My. Face.” He emphasized each word, and you felt yourself clench around nothing at his request.

“Joel, are you sure? I’m– what if you can’t breathe? What if I’m too heavy?” Insecurity started to flood your mind quickly, and Joel shook his head.

“You’re not too heavy, baby. You’ll be fine. I’ll be fine. Just, please, sit that pretty pussy onto my goddamn face.” He begged, and your brows furrowed at him in disbelief.

You trusted him, though, so you sighed as you straddled Joel’s chest carefully. You shuffled forward before stopping right below where he wanted you most in that moment. He grabbed your thighs and forced you to move upward so you were hovering over his face.

“Sit.” Was all he said, but you hesitated for a second. His hands slid up to your hips, forcing them down so his breath fanned over your slick-coated pussy. He kissed your soft flesh over the lace of your panties, moaning at how your hips bucked at the slightest touch.

He brought one hand up before moving the lace of your panties aside, kissing your bare pussy this time. You moaned softly, grabbing onto the headboard before Joel licked a long stripe up your folds. You moaned louder this time, relishing in the heat of his skilled tongue as he lapped up your arousal. He started to eat you out like a man starved, dipping his tongue into you before moving it up and circling around your clit. His hands moved down to grip the soft flesh of your thighs once more, moving them back and forth to encourage you to ride his face.

“Use my face, sweet girl. C’mon.” His voice was muffled, but you got the message loud and clear. You decided to let go of your fears and started to grind your soaked cunt into his face, clit catching onto the hook of his strong nose.

“Fuck, Joel.” You cried, mouth falling agape as you used his mouth for your pleasure. He brought a hand down to your ass and squeezed it, moving his hand back to give your soft flesh a smack. You moaned at the feeling of your stinging flesh, moving your hips in circles.

Joel moaned from underneath you, shooting vibrations up and through your body. You felt that tight coil rapidly approaching again as Joel settled on sucking your clit once more, and you couldn’t hold it anymore.

It was like a dam bursting and the floodwaters came rushing in, unstoppable and forceful.

Your hips rutted against his face as you rode out your intense orgasm, crying his name like a prayer. All that was on your mind was exactly what was coming out of your mouth: Joel Joel Joel.

“Did so well f’me, honey. So fucking good.” He praised, bringing your body down to be leveled with his on the mattress.

Joel looked at you in your already blissfully fucked-out state, brushing your hair out of your face. Your eyes were glossed over as they stared at him, body still convulsing at certain points as you rode out the last of your orgasm.

“Think y’got one more in you, sweet girl?” He asked, and you were confused at his initial question before it quickly dawned on you that he meant another orgasm. The exhausted part of you wanted to say no, but the insatiable part of you wanted to be filled and stretched by his intoxicating cock.

You nodded your head, and he smiled down at you with mischief. “Good. Wanna see those pretty eyes of yours roll back when I make you feel good.”

Fuck, he was really going to be the death of you.

He moved to unhook your bra from you in one easy motion, tossing the lace item somewhere in the room along with the rest of the clothes already in disarray. He maneuvered himself on top of you, and you looked up at him with such adoration. He smiled down at you as he moved down to press a sweet kiss to your lips, a hand cupping your jaw gently as you two just simply kissed for awhile.

It was nice that Joel brought the balance of sweet and sensual to the rough and sexy parts of having sex with him. Though you’ve only fucked once before this, you knew he was a tender lover when he really wanted to be.

Your felt Joel’s hardened cock against your inner thigh, so you took it upon yourself to gently grab it and start gliding his shaft against your folds. He moaned into your mouth as your thumb swiped over the tip, bucking your hips against him to get him soaked with your sticky sweetness.

“You ready, sweetheart?” He asked, taking his own cock into his hand before lining the tip up with your entrance. You nodded, and he gently pushed inside you until he reached the hilt.

The stretch was just as delicious as you remembered. So fucking full that it nearly knocked the breath out of you. You grabbed onto his biceps, jaw slack and brows furrowed.

“Look at me, sweet girl.” He murmured, and your eyes snapped open to find his. He smiled down at you before he started to move his hips, thrusting slowly at first before he started to pick up the pace.

“Feel so good, Joel.” You mumbled, intertwining your hands into his hair.

“So do you, angel.” He moaned as you clenched around him, savoring the feeling of you so warm and wet. He continued the tortured pace of his hips for a couple of more minutes before you decided you wanted, no, needed more. You wanted to see aforementioned stars.

“Faster Joel, please. Need you to fuck me faster.”

“Needy little cunt.” Joel chuckled, and you nodded in agreement.

“Please.” You whisper, and his hips doubled in pace.

“This what you want, angel?” He asks through gritted teeth, knowing he probably wouldn’t last long if he kept fucking you at this pace.

“God, fuck, yes!” You cried, gripping onto the bedsheets as your eyes started to roll into the back of your head. The tip of his cock was kissing that oh so sweet spot inside of you, and you got what you wanted: you were seeing stars.

You clamped your eyes shut as the sound of skin slapping on skin and lewd moans from the both of you filled the cozy hotel room. Joel brought his middle finger to your mouth, and he didn’t even have to ask you to suck on it. You just did.

With Joel, it was this invisible push and pull that drove you crazy. It truly bewildered you how well your body listened to him without him having to say a single goddamn word.

He popped his finger out of your mouth before moving it down to your clit, rubbing fast, tight circles around it. Your body felt like it was on fire as your orgasm built up inside of you. The pit in the depth of your core was licking flames up your spine, ready to burst at the seams at any given time.

“Joel, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You choked out, and he groaned in response.

“Cum with me, baby.” His voice sounded pleading, and you nodded quickly. You felt yourself come undone in the blink of an eye, Joel following suit.

You brought down Joel’s face to smash your lips with his, swallowing each other’s moans as you both rode out your earth-shattering orgasms.

Joel pulled apart from you and dropped his head onto your shoulder as he pumped into you twice more before pulling out. Joel immediately brought you into his side, stroking your bare back with his hand. Goosebumps raised onto your skin, and Joel smiled.

You both laid there for a couple of minutes trying to catch your breaths, enjoying the peaceful aftermath of it all. You turned your head to press a kiss to his chest, heart beating slightly faster at your subtle movement.

“I think this is the best exposition I’ve ever been to.” You teased, tracing patterns on Joel’s chest. It rumbled when he laughed, grabbing your hand to press his lips to the back of it.

“Gotta say, it’s definitely mine too.” He agreed, and you softly giggled as you buried your face into the crook of his neck.

You had so much to tell Adrienne when you got back home from California, and you knew she’d lose her mind–just like you’re losing yours as you slowly realized you’re falling for the man that lay beside you.

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graysnetwork · 10 months

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So I kinda gave up on running my story through Grammarly, so please bare with me here.

Also, I found the audio and listened to it as I wrote this to see how I would write the story, this is also my first time completely writing smut so pls don't be rude or I will delete 🙈

I will take yalls constructive criticism, so thanks ☺️

LEON KENNEDY x READER (smut..)

Read warnings pls

Info: when I check who posted the audio I will give them credits cuz they are the one who introduced me to... Audios I think

Edit: FOUND IT — I found it meiiioo’s acc (yes on tumblr)

Warnings: afab!reader, consensual‼️, pet names, spanking, praise, fingering, mating press, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, baby talk, creampie.

Summary— reader lost a bet and has to wear a bunny suit for the rest of the weekend, now their friend and roommate are sitting in his room getting ready to watch a show, but Leon is very annoying with all his teasing.

You were coming out of your room as Leon walked through the door, you hadn’t seen him this morning which you were grateful for.

“Hey I was gonna order takeout for dinner, do you-“ he was cut off by the sight of you, in a bunny costume “w-what in the world are you wearing?” He asks with a chuckle, this was odd to say the least; for the both of you. “A bunny costume” you say bluntly, it was embarrassing, and you were just hoping he wouldn’t make too much fun of you.

“I see that it’s a bunny costume, but, why?” He asks as he looks you up and down repeatedly, “I lost a bet with my friends” you admit, “no fucking way, since when do you take bets? Last time I checked, you pussied out of anything that needed any ounce of courage” he said and you pushed him.

“I’m just saying the truth, but, how long are you gonna have to wear it?” He asks, he was your roommate and your friend after all, so he was gonna be the one who would have to see you during this.

“The rest of the weekend..” you admit, situating the headband for what felt like the fifteenth time, “the rest of the weekend?” He almost didn’t believe you, he began laughing at you.

Making fun of you and asking if you’d like him to be your magician, you hit him again, lightly. He stopped the joke.

“Why don’t you just, not wear it? It’s not like your friends are gonna know” he suggests, “I pinky promised though” you tell him, he chuckles, “Why am I not surprised that you still do that?” He asks as he chuckles again.

—

“You can’t expect me to stop making fun of you” he says as the two of you lay on his bed, ready to watch a show, “stop it with the teasing Leon” you tell him, it was already beginning to annoy you.

“Or what? Your the least intimidating person in the entire apartment complex” he chuckles “It’s not like you could do anything about it” he says as he laughed a little more.

You kicked him a bit hard and he groaned but continued the teasing.

“Okay stop that, im serious” he said before you kicked him again and he got tired of it and grabbed you, and pinned you down, “you just had to be a fucking brat huh?” He asks you “what are you gonna do?” You ask as he keeps you pinned to the bed.

“I dunno bunny, what should I do?” He asks, a smirk appears on his face, you could feel his pants and how a bulge was beginning to appear in them and with how close he was, the bulge was right near your clit. You could feel it, and if you were being honest it didn't feel bad, you didn’t even think about it until he brought it up— “Why're you moving your hips like that bunny?” He asked.

His voice now sounded airy, and it took all of him to stop himself from moaning at your movements.

He flipped you over onto your stomach and laid you over his thighs, “never met a bunny, that is a brat” he said, dragging his hands down to your ass, “I know you want this bunny, tell me your okay with this..” he said, he waited for your answer.

You nodded and hummed a “mhm” for him, which made him happy, to hear you admit you wanted him.

“Listen, you just tell me when to stop..” he said trailing off and rubbing your ass more now.

“mmm’your ass, with this cute cotton tail, just looks so good” he said, “it’s fucking perfect..” he said, as his hand left your ass before he smacked it.

“Oh? Wasn’t expecting that huh bunny?” He asks almost in a mocking tone. “It’s what a brat like you deserves, no?” He asks as he smacks you ass again.

Your whimpers only made him like this more.

“how many..” you ask as you fix the headband again, “how many? However many I want bunny, plus your making such” he spanks you again, almost harder than the last one “pretty noises” he finishes as you whimper again.

He laughs at the sight of you, before rubbing your ass again, “oh bunny, look at how red your ass is..” he cooed as he kneaded it. “Your so beautiful huh?” He said, the change from his actions and praise could make you dizzy.

“My pretty bunny, yeah” he said before spanking you again, it caught you off guard, “your mine, y’not gonna let anyone else do this to you right?” He asked and nodded with a simple “yeah”

“Good bunny” he rubbed your ass, almost like a reward, before smacking you again, it seemed like a rhythm now. “My good, pretty bunny” with ever word he said aloud he smacked your ass each time, before kneading it.

“c’mere, it’s okay baby” he said, allowing you to get up and straddle him, which you did, almost out of fear he’d surprise you with another slap to your butt.

“You okay?” He asked and you nodded, “yeah, I’m okay” you said as his hands returned to your ass and he nodded before kissing you. “mm’ffuck you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that” he admitted as he pulled away from your lips.

“you’ve been wanting this?” You asked quietly, and he nodded as he kissed your neck, “been wanting this since the moment I saw you” he said returning his lips to your neck. If you were being honest, Leon was handsome, and you’d been wanting to make a move on him, so maybe this bunny costume wasn’t so bad.

“Don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before baby” he admits as he kisses your collar bone, you shiver at the way his lips feel on your skin, the way he places wet kisses there.

“keep making those pretty noises” he says as he kisses the other side of your neck. “look at the way your nipples look against this fabric hon” he said staring at your chest. “just begging for my attention huh? I’ll give it to you” he says he tugs a bit at them.

You let out a whimper “sensitive huh?” He asks.

How could you forget?

It’s ovulation week.

Leon pulls you out of your thoughts when he tugs at your bunny suit. “This is a one piece, no?” He asks knowingly, sliding your arms out. “just perfect to give me access to everything..” he says, pulling the suit down your body.

Revealing everything to him, your chest, to your genitals, it felt very exposing, but at the same time you liked the way Leon stared at your body in awe.

He moved his fingers down to your pussy, and rubbed his thumb over your clit, “so wet, I’m only rubbing your clit baby..” he teased you as he leaned into kiss you again while rubbing more.

“Can I slide my finger in bunny?” He asked, he stared at you intently before you nodded, he slid his finger in as he kissed you again, he pulled away slightly after kissing you “mmm’fuck your so fuckin hot..” he admitted as he kissed you again, his breathing quickened as well with every movement of his fingers sliding in and out.

“You want two?” he asks, before you could give him a yes he slid his middle finger in as well, a quiet whimper escaped your lips once again. “Love the way your movin your hips baby” he mumbled against you.

“want more, we both do” he said and curled his fingers, moving quicker, “m’your so good, your a good bunny” he mumbled before kissing you again.

“mmmhm” he hummed as he stared your pussy. “yeah come all over my fingers, squirmy bunny..” he said as he felt you clench all around his fingers. “bet y’taste delicious” he said as he lowered himself to your cunt.

“can I taste you princess? I bet you wanna be cleaned, right?” He asked for permission, before you nodded “mkay” you muttered and he looked at you, staring into your eyes as he connected his lips to your pussy, lapping at it, sliding his tongue over the slit and sucking on your clit.

“mm’bunny, you want a pillow?” He asked nicely against your pussy, it was a contrast to what he was doing, sucking at your clit with all he could, you let out a quiet moan, and he pulled away from your pussy, you let out a dissatisfied noise before he lifted your head up gently and placed a pillow below you.

It was easy to forget how nice he was, especially with he was treating you and.. your ass. But the gentleness from his hands made you feel comforted.

“I want you now bunny… you see how hard I am?” He said unzipping his pants and pulling both his pants and boxers down to let his cock be visible to you. You could see the precum smeared on his boxers.

You almost didn’t notice him lower back to your pussy until he said— “yeah put your legs over my shoulders, I’ll make you feel good, y’trust me bunny?” He asked licking at your clit again.

You nod and mutter a “yeah, I trust you”

“Good, now can I get inside this perfect cunt?” He asked you as you nodded, “good girl, bunny” he said as he slid his cock in.

He gave you a minute to adjust to his size, and used that time to give you a few hickeys on your collarbone and neck.

He moved very slightly and heard you quietly ask if he could move now, he nodded for you and moaned as he started moving. “mm’ffuck bunny, you feel so good” he said as his skin slapped against you.

“Your so warm around me” he said kissing you “just take it” he put more weight on you to fuck deeper into you, “yeah take it bunny, that’s my sweet bunny, sweet n’sexy bunny” he said.

“Too much for you? too deep for my bunny to handle?” He asked, even if you said yes he probably wouldn’t have stopped, only if you asked him too, he could tell you enjoyed this, maybe even a bit more than him.

“You still okay baby?” He asked as he went quicker and harder into you “y-yeah” was all you could get out before he kissed you again. “Fuck that’s it, yeah..” he trailed off as he slammed harder, if that was even possible.

“My perfect bunny” he said, “y’close? Yeah?” He asked as you nodded at his first question, “me too, m’gonna come with you, yeah” he said kissing your cheek.

“That’s it, shit, if you keep squeezing me like that, I’ll come” “mm’ffuck” he started getting a little lost in it two, as he began whimpering and trying to go quicker for you to reach your high.

“You want me to come in you bunny?” He asked, “yeah you’d like the idea of having some kids with me after I fill you up, huh?” He asked again as he was on the verge of coming. “I’d love to fuck some bunnies in you” he muttered, you almost didn’t hear him.

He reaches down and starts playing with our clit, “yeah you love that baby, you should see your face” he says rubbing only a little bit faster, “want you to come with me” he said.

“fuck” he said softly as he came along with you, and kissed you gently, his movement didn’t stop he continued sliding his cock as deep as he could in you but he was slower now, more gentle almost.

He gave you a second to rest before he slid out of you slowly, making sure you’d feel all of him.

He groaned quietly at the sight of you, “it’s leaking out of you bunny” he said as he stared at your guy’s cum mixed together, “you look so… sexy” he said “wanna get a taste of what we’re like, together” he said as he lowered himself down to your cunt again.

“m’no, too sensitive right, right now” you mumbled as you pulled softly at his hair. He chuckled quietly at your attempts to pull his face away from your cunt.

“Your too sensitive? I know baby, I know” he cooed “you can come for me again bunny, you have one more left for me, no?” He asked with a soft tone, hoping it would help his chances.

You decided to nod, you wanted it, you’d wanted him for a while now so why would you turn down his offer down.

He lapped at your pussy, sucking at your clit and even kissing it at some point, it was all so much and you came faster than the last two times. Maybe it was because you were sensitive, or it could possibly be because he was the first guy in your life to be so good at eating pussy.

He pulled away and laid down next to you while pulling you to lay on your side to look at him.

“been wanting to do that for so long” he admitted and placed another kiss on your cheek, “me, me too” you said relaxing, and snuggling up closer to him for more warmth.

“Really, I guess you should’ve worn a bunny costume sooner huh?” He said chuckling, “maybe” you simply said as you smiled at him. “Hm, I think we should clean up” he suggested and you nodded, “we should talk about, us” he said.

Right, now that you’ve had sex with your roommate and long-ish time crush, you should establish what you two were now. “C’mon bunny, I’ll clean you up, I’m sure a shower together would be nice right?” He said, as he picked you up by the back of your thighs.

“Yeah, a shower does sound good” you said wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head on his shoulder.

“and, since my bed is a mess how about I sleep with you tonight, wouldn’t want you to get cold” he said as he carried you into the bathroom. “Yeah” you said.

“you didn’t actually mean what you said right? That you liked the idea of fucking me to have kids, or as you said bunnies” you asked, “ah, uh, well I don’t hate the idea of having some bunnies with you, don’t get me wrong you’d look, great, pregnant” he chuckled “but only if you want them too, I’ll stuff you full of my cum as much as want and need” he said in a reassuring way.

“I don’t know if, having kids in university is the best idea, but I’m not opposed to having your babies” you said, it caught him by surprise, he had to take a quick moment to collect his thoughts.

“Yeah, but, you would look hot pregnant”

—

The end 😊 (happy ever after idk)

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This Time It's Over | Joel Miller One Shot

Inspired by the song: This Time It’s Over by Crybaby

Pairing: Joel Miller x afab!reader | WC: 3.5k

Summary: You and Joel have another argument. When you try to leave, Joel stops you, making up for his faults the only way he can think of. However, is it really over this time?

A/N: If this is bad, just know this is my first attempt at writing smut (and, in general, my first one shot), so please be kind lol. Any feedback is greatly appreciated, just be nice about it!! ♡

Warnings: smut (18+ MDNI), no use of y/n, toxic relationship (mainly alluding to it, but there is some arguing in the beginning), post-outbreak, age gap (Joel is early 50’s/reader is early to mid 20’s but that’s not really mentioned so…), softdom!Joel, angry!Joel, soft!Joel makes an appearance too, praise kink, pet name (sweetheart), oral sex (male receiving), unprotected PiV sex, (kind of) fingering, light ass slapping, ass touching, encouraged begging, light hair pulling, nipple play/sucking (if I missed anything, I sincerely apologize, just let me know if I need to/should add anything)

“How many times have I asked you to put up the curtains?” You greet Joel with hostility as he enters through the front door. His face immediately goes sour.

“Well, hello to you too,” His tone is dry. You turn away from the barren windows to face him; he’s setting down an assortment of flowers on the kitchen table, pulling out one of the chairs aggressively and taking a seat. “Got these for you, by the way.”

“Thanks,” You instantly shoot back sarcastically. “But I’d really like it if you would hang the fucking curtains up like I’ve been asking you for the past year and a half, Joel.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, woman,” His voice getting louder as he speaks. “I’m out there all fucking day doin’ patrol, ‘n when I get home all you do it bitch and complain about what I’m not doin’. I’ll get around to it.”

“I’ll get around to it,” You mock what he said and narrow your eyes at him, causing him to turn away from you, crossing his arms. “Maybe if you actually followed through with anything you’ve promised me, every fucking thing you said you’d get around to doing, I wouldn’t have to be on your ass all the time.”

“If you want it done that fuckin’ bad, do it yo–” He snares at you, not finishing his sentence. Not that it matters because you know exactly what he was going to say.

You and Joel have always had a sort of on again, off again relationship. No matter how much the two of you tried, no matter how much you communicated, talked things through; there was always something that left the two of you clawing at each other’s necks. The real issue, though, is you’d always come back together again, things would be sweet and good for a month or two, and then it would all go to shit again, like clockwork. It’s happened time and time again, but there’s something about Joel that no one else could give you in Jackson. And because he keeps coming back to you as well, you assume it’s the same for him.

Lately, things have become much more intense; the fights are louder, they last longer. You’re sick of it. This time it’s over. Really over.

All you can think to do at the moment is roll your eyes and scoff— loudly. He was right, you could do it yourself, but you were already committed to being annoyed over the fact he didn’t do it when you originally asked. The noise causes Joel to crank his head toward you. You can see the anger building up inside him, his neck becoming splotchy and red; something that only happens when he is seriously pissed off. Throwing down the tea towel you had been using to dry the dishes, you rush past the table, past Joel and head toward the front door. I’m not living like this anymore, you think to yourself, a tightness in your chest is quickly forming.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Joel slaps his hand against the table, sending a chill down your spine as your hand hovers the door knob. There’s a hitch in your breathing, before you slowly turn on your heel and face him. He’s never hit anything before in his fits of rage and him doing it now shocked you.

“I’m done, Joel,” Your voice sounds weak and you’re barely able to get your words out, a burning sensation starts to form in your throat. Joel rises from his chair, there’s a darkness in his eyes. He’s walking toward you slowly, like you’re some sort of prey, and you're unable to move; the only thing you can do is watch him as he gets closer and closer. He has a smirk on his face, not even attempting to hide it.

“You’re done?” He runs his thumb over your bottom lip, as he hovers over you. You cower under his touch, looking up at him with wide, doe-eyes. “You know that’s not true, sweetheart.”

You pull yourself out of your daze and roll your eyes in annoyance, starting to turn away from him. Joel grabs you by your wrists, pushing your back up against the door. The intense smell of aftershave, cigarettes, and coffee fills your senses, your stomach begins to flutter, a fire burning deep inside of you.

“Let go of me,” You say softly, not convincing anyone that you truly want him to. Your eyes are stuck on his slightly parted lips, his bottom one still healing from the last run in he had with someone at The Tipsy Bison. He begins to grab at your ankle length dress, a smirk still plastered on his face, he begins to walk his fingers up your thigh and hiking up the bottom of the dress as quickly as he can. He mutters something unintelligible under his breath when your panties come into view, running his fingers along the hem where your thigh and womanhood meet.

“I don’t think so,” He barely gets his words out before crashing his lip into yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth which you gladly welcome. You let out a small moan as Joel presses his growing bulge against your leg, and pulls your panties to the side, running his index finger over your pulsing clit. The sensation causes your hips to roll, pushing into his touch. As he pulls away, you grab onto his lip with your teeth, tugging on it. Joel moans, following up with a small, dark chuckle. Joel, you breathily let out, screwing your eyes shut as he teases your hole with two of his fingers.

“You’re such a good girl, you know that?” Joel grunts, pulling his hand out of your panties, knowing that he won’t be able to push through teasing you. He needs you right now.

Before you know it, he’s pulling you by your wrist over to the kitchen table— the one the two of you were arguing at only moments prior. But right now, none of that matters. The only thing that matters is what you want from Joel, and what he wants from you. He flattens his hand against the middle of your back, pushing you down and bending you over the table. Your chest slams against the surface, you let out a small, devilish giggle. ‘M sorry, Joel mutters, you can hear him struggling with his belt buckle, and then it hitting the wood flooring. Your pussy throbs at the thought of Joel fucking you. Without thinking, you grab the edges of the table, wrapping your fingers around the sides until your knuckles go white.

As he comes up behind you, you can feel the warmth of his presence on the back of your thighs, causing the hair to stand up on the back of your neck. You arch your back towards him, begging him to fill you up, to ease the aching feeling between your legs. Your breathing becomes shallow and an intense feeling of irritation comes over you.

Joel suddenly runs his hand down your back, causing goosebumps to appear across your arms and legs, before lightly slapping your ass. Mhmm, he softly hums. As he comes closer, you can feel his manhood wiggling itself in the slit between your legs. As the tip brushes against your clit, you become impatient, cranking your neck back toward Joel. You can’t see his face, but you know he’s enjoying seeing you like this.

“Joel—“ You practically cry out.

“Tell me sweetheart, tell me how bad you want me,” His voice is dark, but smooth.

“So— so fucking bad, please,” You whimper, laying the side of your head down at the table, preparing yourself for when Joel decides to enter your dripping hole.

“You look so fucking good from this angle,” He moans quietly, more for himself than for you to hear.

He reaches between him and you with his hand, and you can feel him slowly drag his cock between your lips, positioning his tip ever so slightly at the entrance of your hole. You bite down hard on your bottom lip, trying to scoot yourself back toward him.

“Please,” You practically shout out to him, and he returns a seductive laugh before slowly pushing himself deeper, and deeper inside you. You let out a loud moan as you feel your tight hole stretch around him; both pain and pleasure fills you, the feeling spreading down to your legs.

“Tell me how good I feel inside of you,” Joel grunts, gripping onto your hips, pressing his fingers into the dips of your hips, and slamming them back toward him. Your eyes roll back at the force, and you can feel your legs begin to go numb. When you don’t respond fast enough for him, he pushes himself into you more aggressively. “I said, tell me—“

You cut him off before he can complete his sentence.

“So…fucking…good,” You pause, saying each would on each thrust. The table is moving underneath you, scraping against the flooring. Joel draws himself slowly out of you before thrusting back in, you can feel something warm begin to run down your legs.

“Shit,” Joel says in a serious tone, pulling out of you without any warning. A feeling of emptiness overcomes you and you begin to whimper, cranking your neck back to him. You lock eyes with him, giving him pleading eyes, he glances back and forth between you and the window.

“Wha— what are you doing?” You can feel yourself dripping, pulsing at your undying desire for him to be back inside of you.

“Head on upstairs,” Joel says, grabbing his jeans off the floor and covering his lower half. You look over to the window, the family who lives next door is approaching from the side street. There’s no way they won’t see the two of you once they get closer.

“I should’ve put those curtains up.” Joel sounds slightly embarrassed admitting that. You turn back to him about halfway up the steps, I told you so, you think to yourself, giving him a telling look. He just shakes his head, slapping your ass to get you moving. “C’mon, we got some business to finish.”

As soon as the two of you are in the main bedroom, Joel is already all over you again. The sun is now setting, casting a dim, warm glow over the bedroom. As he begins to tug at the straps of your dress, you start to thumb at the hem of his worn, faded blue t-shirt. The one you told him to throw out. Your subtle frustration at the realization he failed to listen to you again turns to lust and firmly plant your hands on his chest, forcibly pushing him back on the bed. Your aggressiveness comes to him as a surprise, turning him on even more at the same time. He’s now watching you with begging eyes as you slip the other strap over your arm, your dress falling into a messy pile on the floor. Joel runs his eyes all over you, his throat bobbing when the two of you lock eyes. You walk over to him slowly, positioning yourself between his legs. Joel runs his hands across your lower back, rubbing your ass and squeezing occasionally.

You drop to your knees, still keeping intense eye contact with Joel. His eyes are wide and his breathing is slow. Sweat is beginning to form on his forehead and is clinging onto his chest hairs. You grab your hair with one of your hands, moving it to one side and then drop your eyes to his cock, the tip is swollen, begging to be touched. As you begin to rub your thumb over the dripping head, Joel lets out a guttural moan. A moan that clearly conveys finally. The sounds he’s making turns you on ever more than before, you can feel your breasts begin to swell.

“Look at me,” You whisper to Joel who has his head tilted back, looking towards the ceiling. You bring your free hand up to the back of his head, lightly wrapping your fingers around his hair and pulling it upright. He hazily looks at you, his tongue poking out from between his swollen lips. “Watch me.”

You look up at him with wide eyes as you take just the head of his cock between your lips, sucking on it ever so slightly. You watch as his eyelids flutter, and his eyes roll back; you watch as he struggles to keep his eyes open to watch you. The warmth of his precum caresses your cold tongues as you begin to swirl it, feeling the liquid steadily come from the slit of his cock.

“Do– fuck– take i–in more,” Joel begins to plead, bring one of his hands up to the back of your head, entangling his fingers in your hair, encouraging you to take in more of him by pushing the back of your head into him. You immediately obliged, slowly and messily bobbing your head, taking in more of him each time. When you can feel the tip reach the farthest point your body will allow it to go, you take your hand, pumping and twisting the remainder of his girth. “That’s i–it sweetheart, you know h– oh my fucking God– you know how to make me fe–el good. Keep going, you–re doing s–so good.”

He’s guiding your head, pushing and pulling at his desired pace. His cock is covered in your saliva, pooling around the base. When the muscles in his thighs begin to tense up, he pulls you off of him, more aggressively than intended. You fall back on your hands on the floor, looking up at him with furrowed brows.

“Don’t think I’m not gonna pleasure you, do ya?” He says begin his heavy breaths, his chest rising and falling quickly. “Get up here.”

Joel stands up, slightly pumping his cock and points at the bed. You oblige, bringing yourself up to your feet and centering yourself on the bed. Joel joins you without hesitation, positioning himself between your legs and hovering over you. He starts to nip at your neck, following down to collarbones, before taking one of your hard nipples into his mouth, gently sucking and biting at it. A wave of pleasure shoots through your limbs, causing you to let out a moan. Joel snickers.

“You like that, huh?” His tone is dark. As he nips at it again, you can feel his cock hit against your clit, sending a whole new sensation through your body. He swirls his tongue around the bud, moving on down your stomach, planting small kisses along the way.

Getting impatient, once again, you reach between the two of you grabbing his cock and scooting your body down. Joel begins to thrust in your hand, his eyes rolling back. He lets small, soft moans escape past his lips, to which you respond with whimpers. You want him so damn bad.

“Just– fuck me Joel,” You are finally able to get the words out. Joel nods in response, obviously over teasing you, and he spreads your legs wider.

As soon as you feel the tip connect with your hole, you buckle your hips and wrap your legs around his torso. In harmony, Joel thrusts deep inside of you, the two of you let out a loud moan. The bed creaks as he draws in and out, you can feel the sheets starting to become damp with sweat and other bodily fluids.

“Tell me you're done,” Joel suddenly says in a clear voice. “You’re done with me, with u–us.”

His request throws you off. His breathing becomes heavier as he starts to thrust faster and harder into you, your mind goes blank, the only thing you can focus on is how sexy Joel looks hovering over you and how fucking good it feels to be fucked by him. You don’t think anyone else would be able to make you feel this good.

“I– I’m– duh–” You try to get the words out but the building chaos in your stomach becomes overwhelming and nearly debilitating. You can feel your legs start to tense up, your toes becoming numb.

“You… can’t… even…say…it…,” Joel drags out between his heavy breaths. Sweat is running down his cheeks and chest, dropping in splotches on your stomach.

“Joel, I– I can’t– I’m about to–” You screw your eyes shut as you twitch under Joel’s weight, for a moment all you can see are bright splotches of colors; the tension in your stomach coming to an explosive end. Joel slows his thrusting, but continues, riding you out of your orgasm. You have your hands grasped around his forearms, squeezing as tight as you can.

“That’s good, sweetheart,” He says in a soothing tone. You can feel yourself pulsing around him. “You’re so fucking good.”

On his last thrust, he doesnt pull out right away, his breathing hitches and he lets out a moan of relief. You can feel his girth twitch inside of you, and your pussy responds with a few more pulses. As he pulls out, the warmth of him remains, running down your slit and pooling on the bed. Joel drops down next to you, half limp with his arm strewn across your chest.

–

“Where are you going?” Joel props himself up on the bed with one elbow, sweat glistening off his chest and forehead as the moonlight shines in through the open window.

“Home,” You respond, almost confused. Where else would you be going?

You see his face drop in return, slightly pouting his bottom lip. For a moment, you wait for him to say something, but when he doesn’t, you go back to wrangling with your mess of a dress; nearly falling over in the dark room when your foot doesn’t slide through the top opening with ease.

In the corner of your eye, you see Joel slowly pull himself out of bed, slipping on his gray boxers without any struggle. The floorboards creak quietly as he makes his way across the room toward you. You let out a deep sigh, a sense of relief lingers as you exhale. As you pull the last strap over your shoulder and adjust the bust, Joel loosely wraps his still damp arms around you and you crumble under his touch. You can hear his heartbeat as you nuzzle your head against his chest. Strong and deep. You close your eyes. This is the last time, you think.

“It’s cold out,” His voice is quiet and hoarse. He has his arms fully wrapped around you, not letting you escape, even if you tried— even if you wanted to. A somber smile appears on your face and you tilt your head back to look up at him. He doesn’t return your gaze, staring out the window as the two of you begin to sway from side to side. “Just stay for the night.”

His voice is even smaller than it was before, the sound coming out like a breeze. Joel runs his hands smoothly along the sides of your arms, barely brushing past your hips, before letting his arms fall at his side. He deeply inhales, locking his intense eyes on you, anticipating for you to say something— anything— at this point. You know exactly what he wants to hear.

You bring your bottom lip between your teeth, contemplating your choices and their potential consequences. If I don’t leave now, it will just be a never ending cycle, you think, your breathing becoming slow and deep. As you’re thinking, Joel brings his hand up to the back of your neck, running his fingers along your hairline, then tracing your jawline with the tips.

Even though you know what you should do— the right thing to do— Joel is your weakness. And you are his. That’s why breaking up has never worked in the past. The community is too small, and your relationship is too intense.

“Sweetheart,” His tone has a hint of anxiousness to it.

You give him a slight nod, a bit of hesitation behind the gesture. He grabs your hand, softly running his thumb over your knuckles, pulling you back toward the messy bed. You crawl from his designation side over to yours, laying on your side to face him. With your hand tucked under your head, cupping your ear, you watch him take a smooth draw at his whiskey, the muscles in his chest twitch as he moves his arm.

He slips into the bed, pulling the blanket over the two of you, and scooting closer to you. Your eyelashes are fluttering at him, your heart full; the infatuation that comes after an intense break up, you think, self-aware of what you’re feeling. A small part of you feels guilty. Joel is looking at you with hungry eyes, although a softness exudes from them. He leans in, planting a soft, lingering kiss on your lips.

“This time it’s over,” He says as he pulls away, brushing a few pieces of stray hair out of your face. You smile at him, following up with a bittersweet nod.

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saturnville · 6 months

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40 days n 40 nights.

pairing; shuri udaku x black!fem!reader (kalila)

warning; toxicity. language. emotional manipulation. allusions to smut. descriptions of smut 18+ content.

reference; 40 days n 40 nights — mariah the scientist, vory

overview; in which two exes reunite briefly after ending their toxic relationship.

tags (people who recently interacted with my shuri fics): @neeville @pocketsizedpanther @l-o-v-e-galore @cosmic-parker

Toxicity used to be as foreign concept. At one point, healthy was all she knew. Open, honest, respectful communication and treatment from her partner to herself. It was easily acceptable. It was what she needed to thrive; it was what she required.

Kalila felt like a fool when she lowered the walls that guarded her soft heart. The sweet nothings and gentle kisses that the lips of the Queen shared, altered her brain chemistry in a way she couldn’t explain.

No longer was she headstrong and adamant about what she deserved. She didn’t stand on business. No, she was weak in the knees for the Queen, the Panther, for her. Whatever to keep her majesty satisfied, she was prepared to give it all.

Naivety was her downfall.

What she failed to understand, was that the deep desire to please her at any cause, stripped her of her dignity, honor, and self-respect. Subject to mistreatment as a result, Kalila’s eyes began to open. The rose-colored glasses fell and reality sunk in. Her loyalty was taken advantage of. Her kindness was laughed at. The love she gave was not enough. She was not enough. She came to be nothing but a body to keep the bed warm while the Queen did what a Queen had the pleasure of doing; whatever she wanted.

It took months to build the courage to end the relationship. How easy could it be to remove oneself from the most intense union they’d found themselves in? The one where while the pros were numerous, the cons extended themselves past the acceptable limit.

The worst part was; she didn’t care. She had no interest in fighting to keep her, working to change. Kalila’s world crumbled. Her heart tore in two, her lungs constricted, and her mind fogged. Suddenly, substances were her lover and they fucked her good; to the point where she’d be in an orgasmic haze from the strategic stroking of her brain.

She mentally smacked herself each time she thought or her. The Queen, the Panther, Shuri. The best and worst thing to ever happen to her. Kalila wondered what she was up to. Probably living her life; on a flight to a new country where she’d serenade a woman into being her lover for the night before retreating the following morning, intrigued when the women followed her like a lost child. Kalila knew it all too well—it was once her.

The room spun. Substances and lack of sleep were a deadly combination. Kalila shook her head. 40 days and 40 nights of endless bullshit. All she had to do was let go. Could it be so hard?

Her music paused briefly at the indication of a text.

S. Udaku. Open the door.

Apparently so.

Kalila’s knees were weak as she stood in front of her. Her knees were weak, her heart pounding, and her most intimate parts jolted at the sight of her. She looked much different than she had a year ago. Her curls were much shorter—she’d cut them—now small tendrils on her head. She retired her tracksuit for a black suit with accompanying loafers. Kalila glanced at the wall clock. It was 9:41pm. Where’d she come from?

Shuri stepped into the apartment with an indescribable dominance that shifted the atmosphere. She was taller in stature, so her neck was lowered to glare into the eyes of Kalila. Both sets of brown eyes were deep and rich, but told different stories.

“What are you doing here?” Kalila’s voice was slow. The door closed behind her and and Kalila’s eyes followed Shuri as she stood in the middle of her apartment. Her long arms were crossed just underneath her belt, and her rings shone under the dim lights.

“Why’d you let me in?” Was the Queen’s response.

Because I missed you. Kalila’s eyes told it all before her mouth did. Shuri gave a humored chuckle, but the stoic look on her face didn’t change. Tight-lipped and unamused.

“Why are you here?” Kalila pressed once more. Shuri was now on the couch. Her long fingers flipped through the magazine on the coffee table. Essence. Then, they ghosted over the lit candle aside it. She didn’t flinch when the flame kissed her fingertips. Slowly, she leaned back against the couch, arm thrown over the back.

Shuri shrugged. “Was in the area. Wanted to say hello. Sit.” As if she was trained, Kalila sat beside her. This was what she wanted; to be next to her, in her presence once again. Why act shy now?

“I see you’re doing well. Business flourishing and all.”Kalila’s eyes snapped up. She started a marketing and consulting agency shortly after her college graduation. It was a rocky start, and Shuri had been there to connect her to the best in the business to assist in its development. Little did Kalila know, her efforts never ceased even once they split.

Kalila, however, was confused as to how she knew the way she was flourishing. At least on the outside. Then she had to remember, Shuri had every resource at her fingertips. Hell, she probably had someone keeping tabs on her at one point. She chose not to think about it further.

“Yeah, things are well.” Her answer was short. “Can you just…why are you here, Udaku? We are--there is no us anymore. You made it clear what you wanted five months ago, and it wasn't me. So, why are you here?" Her voice shook as she spoke, but she spoke with intention.

Shuri's chin raised and her eyebrow quipped. "I had a revelation. You didn't deserve what I put you through, and I'm aware of that. So, simply here to take accountability. That's it."

It was Kalila's turn to raise her eyebrow. It seemed too good to be true. Shuri sighed deeply and turned to face Kalila, whose distrust was written on her face.

"Do you trust me?" Shuri asked. Kalila's response was delayed. Did she? To protect her life, sure. But to protect and honor her emotions, her mental wellbeing, her heart? No, no she didn't.

"In some ways, yes. In others, no. And that's not my fault. It's yours/"

Ouch. Shuri nodded once. "Okay. Let me make it up to you." Those words were dangerous. They were the entryway back into the world of Shuri Udaku, and she wondered if she'd be able to take it.

Kalila spent time contemplating, and it did not go unseen by Shuri. So, the Queen asked her, "What are you thinking about?"

"How I don't want to be hurt by you again."

"I love you too much to hurt you again."

"That's what you said last time."

Silence.

"Let me prove it to you, yeah?" Her slender fingers danced across the roundness of Kalila's face. Fingertips grazed her lips until they fell down her neck. She gave it a soft squeeze. Kalila's eyes fluttered and she leaned into Shrui's body. Shuri took it as an opportunity to graze her lips over Kalila's, whose fell slack and a quiet whimper fell from them. Exactly where she wanted her.

Soon, clothes decorated the floor and their songs of pleasure were on repeat. High and low shifts in pitch and octave. Whistle register with voice cracks when it became too much. Sweaty bodies slipped and slid against one another. A glorious event.

"I love you," the Queen whispered breathlessly in Kalila's ear as she brought her to the edge. "I love you, I love you...it's just us. Always."

If only she stayed true to her word. Kalila woke up by herself. Every remainder of Shuri was eradicated. The only trace of her was the scent of her perfume; strong and dominant, just like her.

Her phone buzzed against the coffee table.

S. Udaku. I'll see you soon.

She knew what that meant. She'd return when she felt like it. That could be days or weeks. Kalila's eyes welled with tears. Another 40 days and 40 nights were wasted, just to start the process all over again.

#saturnville #original writing #original content #original story #black!reader #black love #fic inspo #black reader #queen shuri #shuri udaku #princess shuri #shuri x reader #black panther #shuri x afab!reader #shuri x woc!reader #shuri x black!reader #fic inspired by a song #fic inspired by music #40 days and 40 nights by saturnville

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yearningaces · 4 months

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Surprise surprise I love Baldurs Gate 3

Officially, I adore Gale and Karlach the most. But of course, our resident Vampiric bastard has wormed his way into my heart.

Today though, idk if I'm pleased or shocked to say a one off conversation with Astarion at the beginning of the game has made me question my gender as it is.

I was playing a male dragonborn durge (fav option so far but I only did fem/neutral pronouns in my last 2 playthroughs.) And when Astarion talks about death options if you turn into a mind flayer, you can ask how he wants you to kill him. He says he'd like to see you try, "my dear". If you have a male tav/durge. He says "my boy"

I sat staring at my computer for ten minutes because it was such a casual delivery and it made me feel many things I wasn't prepared to feel

So have my written rendition of that scenario

Talks of gender- reader is described as female at birth while looking more masculine but uncaring of gender with a revelation over how nice it is to be referred to with male pronouns

Reader beyond that isn't described at all

"Oh, my boy, I'd like to see you try."

One comment from your newest traveling companion was all it took to send your mind spiralling. The pale elf had struck you up with a conversation about how best to kill you should the tadpole take effect and turn you into a mind flayer.

An amusing topic if the risk of reality didn't exist. Only once you questioned how he'd prefer you kill him should the scenario take place for him instead, his remark left you frozen in place.

Not fear, nor anger, but a state of shock over a term. 'My Boy.'

Truly you never looked feminine, that was a simple fact. But you were born with a girls body. With a longstanding confusion in regards to gender, evolving to acceptance of the fact that you held no care for how you were referred to, or with what pronouns, obviously you were open to most any. But those who'd known you knew your biological gender, and referred to you strictly as such- even when you'd say they could refer to you as any and all of them.

Astarion, as he'd just met you and had only seen you in bulky armor- didn't know of the biological gender and took a well given assumption. And the assumption being used so casually, even if slightly mocking set your mind into a silent frenzy of questioning and wonder as to why it sounded so right...

After a few moments of you staring like a deer in the headlights at the rogue, he tilted his head- not in concern, but confusion. Surely such a remark hasn't frightened you that badly? Not after the battle prowess he'd seen in you, hence his newfound decision to be on your good side. After all, a good meat shield went far in many a scenario.

"Ah, dear boy, don't tell me you've gone shy now?" His voice rings out with an impish grin, both amused, and curious as his hands gesture out to you. Such curiosity grows all the more when your gaze becomes all the more startled.

How intriguing...

After another moment, you take a breath, calming what little you could of your racing mind. "Astarion-"

The elf's grin grew as his hands clasped behind his back, almost innocent in posture if not for the expression he wore, amused and entertained at your sudden state of being despite not knowing the cause. "Yes, darling?"

Your voice faltered, you could say you're technically a girl, but that it was interesting being referred to as a boy... Or you could say nothing and experiment with letting someone refer to you as such for however long you'd like.

After another moment of silent pondering, you make your decision. "Nothing, you've just given me something to think about." A vague answer, yet an honest one.

Regardless, Astarion's prior amusement morphs into pure curiosity. "Oh? Do tell, now you have me intrigued." His hand rests on his cheek as though listening to the newest gossip.

You watch his red eyes focus more intently, never one to ignore something someone is hesitant to say. With a sigh, you decide it's probably harmless, not a big ordeal truly. Taking a deep breath, you speak. "I've hardly ever given two shits about gender, but you just called me a boy."

The pale elf tilts his head, the slightest hint of confusion forming in his eyes before it's masked once more, a minute weakness scarcely shown. "Yes, I did didn't I? That is what you are, is it not?"

His question send a surprisingly delightful jolt through your heart. More emotions to unpack at a later time. For now, you remained as collected as you could, which was very little given sudden realizations. "Yes and no? I do not care for gender nor it's presentation, I've always said any could refer to me however they please... But I've almost exclusively been referred to with feminine terms, despite my appearance simply due to the circumstances of my birth... You have been the first to refer to me as anything else." The facts are easy to state, the emotions? Not so much "It... Has given me much to think of -a welcome reprieve of only thinking of these blasted tadpoles- but not one I was expecting to have to negate through."

Through the explanation though, Astarion's expression has morphed slightly less the usual impish grin, and something more patient. There's little understanding in his eyes, but even he can tell this is important, not something to be mocked... yet. "Well, if it's all the same to you, I'll continue to refer to you as such until you say otherwise or have figured out this little conundrum of yours."

It's really as understanding as your newest companion has ever been, even if only slightly so. But from what little you've spoken to him, you can tell he's being sincere. It's nice, in a way. No huge reaction, but a simple one that still shows acceptance and support. How perfectly fit for the rogue you know so little about no matter how much he talks. "I'd appreciate it. I think it'll help hearing that until I can figure everything out... Thank you."

"But of course, dear boy-" Astarion, in true eccentric fashion, bows, arms held out to the side for just a moment until he rises again with the return of his usual grin. "What ever else is good company for?"

It's not a reveal of your deepest yearnings, it's no grand acceptance and celebration for the discovery of someone's truest or newest self, but it's your first moment of knowing there's something more to yourself. It's an unspoken acceptance from someone who will over time grow to mean so much to you, even if you don't know it yet.

It's little, only a moment.

But it's more than enough.

#astarion x reader #astarion x tav #genderfluid reader #x reader #letters of yearning #idk how to tag this so look the reader is mentioned to be afab but likes being referred to as a guy is the revelation of the story #oh shit am i trans or do i care about gender in a way i didnt think i did?

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bitterbeanren · 8 months

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Situational Awareness

Pairing: Jing Yuan x AFAB Nonbinary!Reader

MINORS DNI

Rating: Explicit. I actually wrote smut. It took 15 days.

Warnings/Tags(?): Reader has female genitalia. This shouldn’t have spoilers, but my other fics certainly do. Exactly 3 underscores are used for Reader’s name. Jing Yuan is a SIMP and also a switch. Reader is a switch. Reader is a bit inexperienced! Squirting. Oral. PIV s e x. Slightly possessive Jing Yuan. Best friends to lovers 😎 .

This is a continuation of my other Jing Yuan fics, Moments in Time and Taking His Time.

As always, I made this for me. I am such a huge Jing Yuan simp.

Enjoy!

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When you start avoiding his gaze whenever Jing Yuan does or acts the same as he has been for centuries now, the man can’t help but smirk. It’s amusing how aware you are of him now, and he’s enjoying every second of it.

Before, when he stood close to you or placed a hand on your back as you walked together, you would simply grin at him and converse as you normally did. Now that you are aware of your attraction to him, however, his hand on your back is met with a small shiver, and the toothy grin he shoots at you is met with the slight widening of your eyes before you awkwardly look away.

It’s all terribly endearing.

That’s why Jing Yuan can’t help but tease you. Can’t stop himself from leaning in closer to you when he speaks, from brushing your hair out of your face, or letting his touch linger for a moment longer than what would be appropriate for just friends. You react in a way that delights him. Yes, he loves the you from before that didn’t notice when he did these things, that just looked a bit puzzled at his behavior or copied his familiar actions, but now…

Now you’re hyper-aware of him, and it’s ambrosial. A part of him almost feels guilty about it— for centuries you had tempted him without even realizing it, and yet it feels like he’s punishing you with how much he relishes in your reactions now.

When the two of you were kids, you would always reach out for Jing Yuan. You would take his hand, pull at his clothes, or push him whatever way you wanted to go. As kids, it never really bothered Jing Yuan. Yes, sometimes it was a bit frustrating, but that was just how you were when you were young… and as the two of you matured, Jing Yuan realized that he actually enjoyed it when you acted like that. It felt comfortable. Familiar. It was a sign of how close you were, and Aeons did he love being close with you.

He realized he was attracted to you before he realized he was in love with you. Remembers the feeling of you against him as you throw your arms around his neck with a laugh. Jing Yuan can perfectly envision your sun-like smile when he closes his eyes. Sometimes you’re all he can think about.

Most of the time, that’s fine. Other Cloud Knight apprentices made passes at him once he matured, and he flirted back. During his early adulthood he fools around with other pent up soldiers seeking a way to relieve tension. But he can’t help but feel guilty when his hand is wrapped around his cock and he imagines what you might sound like crying out his name breathlessly as he cums. You’re his friend— his best friend. Someone that he cherishes and respects. The two of you have been close for years when he realizes he loves you. Decades when he realizes he wants you. Centuries when he realizes that he can’t live without you.

Even now, you don’t fully understand the power you have over him.

You fluster easily now that you recognize your feelings for him. Before, you would touch him without thought, and now you hesitate. The way you react is mouth-watering. Jing Yuan grins down at you, but adds a hint of hurt to his tone when he comments on it.

“Won’t you greet me normally, ___?” The General complains gently. You let out a small laugh and move to hug him like you used to always did before either of you confessed, and he pulls you closer to him with a sigh. You shiver, sensitive to his touch, and he leans his head down to nuzzle your neck and shoulder. Jing Yuan breathes in your scent and resists the urge to taste your skin.

“Sorry, I guess I’m just feeling a bit…” you struggle to find the words as you pull away from him. “A bit off balance, I suppose. It’s… different, now.”

Jing Yuan’s eyes shine in amusement. “Is it?”

“It’s like… we’re still doing all the same things we did before— being close, like when we were just friends,” you begin to ramble a bit. “But we aren’t just friends anymore. It feels different, and I’m a bit embarrassed about it all. Especially since now I’m noticing things that I think I probably should have noticed earlier..”

“Mm…” golden eyes watch you and a sly smile grows on Jing Yuan’s lips. “Truth be told, I find your embarrassment to be quite attractive. Perhaps I should tease you more?”

“Yuan! Stop enjoying this so much!”

“Apologies,” he chuckles, pulling you back to him and pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head. You freeze up with a squeak, and Jing Yuan wants to do more. So much more. He wants to see every expression and hear every sound you can make. “Aeons, your reactions make me inexplicably pleased, ___. I can’t help but want to experience all of them… indulge me?”

“You’re a menace,” you grumble, but you don’t deny him. Jing Yuan feels his heart soar.

Before, your actions towards him were innocent and unknowingly alluring. Often you would doze off in his presence, trusting him to wake you if necessary. You were open and honest, saying whatever came to mind. When the two of you sparred, you never held back, knowing that he would be able to handle whatever you threw at him. Every time you touched him, took his hands… he knew he would follow you anywhere.

Then, ever since that day under the pomegranate tree in his courtyard when he realized he was in love with you, you had unknowingly become a temptation. All Jing Yuan wants to do is finally savor you the way he has yearned to do for centuries.

“Despite my being a menace, will you stay with me tonight?” Jing Yuan grins. Your heartbeat quickens, and you give him a small, shy nod. The Arbiter General almost doesn’t believe his eyes, and before he can stop himself he’s scooped you into his arms as he hurries towards the main house with a racing heartbeat and a goal.

“H-hey! Yuan, put me down…! I can walk by myself!” You shout, trying to squirm out of his grasp.

Jing Yuan’s hold on you tightens, and when he stares down at you with his pupils blown and gold of his eyes are just thin rings, you find your throat dry and you are unable to complain. “Let me carry you for now… Unless you wish for me to take you in the courtyard…?” Jing Yuan wishes his voice came out teasing and lighthearted, but instead it comes out husky. He can’t help it— you agreed to spend the night with him. He hadn’t expected you to do so so soon considering your newfound nervousness around him. At his comment, you cling to his shirt, warmth radiating off your face as you struggle to form a response.

“Yuan, you’re acting like—“

“A man hopelessly in love with you?”

You huff, amused and pleased by his interruption, but you still roll your eyes. “Like a rascal that is hopelessly in love with me.”

“Ah, yes. You’re right,” Jing Yuan agrees readily. “But you love me regardless, do you not?”

“I… yeah.”

“Say it?” He says, almost pleading, as the two of you enter the main house and you are carried in the direction of Jing Yuan’s room.

You beam up at him brilliantly. “I love you, Jing Yuan.”

Jing Yuan groans, he doesn’t want to wait any longer so he proceeds to kiss you deeply, practically stumbling into his bedroom with you in his arms and kicking the door shut. The two of you gracelessly fall into his bed, and you let out an “oof!” as you hit the cushiony surface. Any complaint you might have is cut off by your lover’s kisses, and he eventually pulls away to look down at your breathless self dreamily. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” you say between pants as you try to regain your breath. Your head feels fuzzy. He wants to ruin you. Jing Yuan brushes some of your hair back and looks at you with so much care and affection that you can’t imagine a life without him. You haven’t been able to imagine a life without him for centuries now. Even before you realized how you really felt, even when the two of you were just friends… he makes you feel complete. Like you aren’t missing anything.

And now you’re able to see all the sides of him that you didn’t notice before. Or maybe you did notice, but chose to look the other way. You feel a bit silly now, because how could you not see the way Jing Yuan looks at you?

The man uses one arm to hold himself above you while the other hand runs up and down your side. His golden eyes are locked on you as though you are the only one he ever wants to see. Calloused fingers play with the hem of your shirt, and Jing Yuan gently rests his hand on your waist. You shiver against his touch, and Jing Yuan’s eyes darken with want.

“Nearly everything you do tempts me, ___.”

You snicker a bit, amused. “You exaggerate, Yuan.”

“I simply speak the truth.”

“An exaggerated truth.”

“What must I do to make you believe me?” Jing Yuan sighs, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. In return, your lips seek his greedily, and your general satiates your desire for his kisses, groaning into your mouth and leaning his body against you firmly. It’s both a show of his strength and control as you know every bit of weight he has pressed against you is measured.

Then he pulls away with a grin, hands on your hips as he flips your positions so you’re straddling his waist. Jing Yuan’s hair splays behind his head beautifully, and you find yourself squirming in your new position, freezing up when you brush against something hard against his thigh. The rascal lets out a gratified chuckle, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your sides as you fluster. “Do you believe me now?”

“Shut up, Yuan,” You groan, hands on his chest for balance. He takes one of your wrists and grins up at you.

“You’re a sight to behold above me, love,” he teases. The man looks effortlessly attractive beneath you, and it makes you feel a bit lacking in comparison. “I worry that, should I continue to be on top, I might move too quickly for you. Is this position to your liking? I thought it would give you more… control.”

Truthfully, you’re at a bit of a loss as to how to proceed. You were admittedly inexperienced— you were no stranger to masterbation and you knew what sex was supposed to be like, but you had always been content with how things were. You enjoyed your work. You enjoyed your time with Jing Yuan. To be fair, you had likely been so completely in love with Yuan without even realizing it that no one else could compare.

“I… have little to no idea what I’m supposed to do,” you grumble, clutching at his shirt. His cock twitches underneath you at your admission, and your eyes dart up in surprise to see hunger in his. Before you can say anything else, he tugs you down towards him by your shoulder and gives you a searing kiss, eyes half-lidded.

When he eventually pulls away for the two of you to catch your breath, he grins at you as though he has not a care in the world, and for a moment you’re reminded of how he was before he took on the mantle of Arbiter General. “…I suppose I’ll need to guide you, then, ___.”

Your ears feel hot and your eyes narrow. “You’re too smug. How many people have you bedded to be so confident, General?”

“None that actually mattered,” Yuan answers easily. “Now… would you like to take off my shirt, or should I do it myself?”

“Do it yourself!” You try to snap, but there isn’t any bite behind your words. Jing Yuan continues to grin up at you, leaning up and pulling it up and over his head, stretching and giving you a very close look of his chiseled torso as you audibly gulp and struggle to avert your gaze.

It makes him even more smug as he tosses his shirt to the side, adjusting so that you’re now straddling his lap as he wraps his arms around your waist loosely. He presses a kiss to your still-clothed shoulder. “Like what you see?”

“Clearly,” you huff, wrapping your own arms around his neck and resting your forehead against his. You’re still embarrassed, but this sort of teasing is easier for you to respond to. “Shall I take my shirt off as well?”

“Only if you wish,” Jing Yuan answers. “I could also strip you of it, should you so desire.”

“Considering I made you take off your own shirt, that wouldn’t seem very fair.”

“You haven’t made me do anything, ___,” he counters. “I am fine with most anything when it comes to you…” a glint appears in his eyes. “…Though, I admit I would be very interested in giving you complete control over me, I don’t think that is something we’ll be exploring today.”

Heat pools in your belly and you subconsciously move to press your legs together but they’re stopped by the man between them, eliciting another low chuckle from the white-haired general. You tug your tunic and bindings off, itching to hide your embarrassment. Jing Yuan’s eyes seem to trace every inch of revealed skin, and you kind of want to disappear. You swing one of your legs to join the other, but before you can get off of Jing Yuan’s lap, he tightens his hold on your waist and buries his face in your chest.

“Yuan!” You complain, shoving weakly at his broad shoulders. He draws back slightly, only to latch onto one of your nipples and run his tongue against it. “H-hey!” You move your hands to his hair, giving it a tug, and he releases your tit with a moan. While you gape at him, he pouts like you’d just taken away his favorite snack. He then shifts so that he’s leaning over you and you’re kneeling between his bent legs, a wry expression gracing his face as you continue to stare at him with wide eyes. “You… um…”

“Take the lead, ___,” Jing Yuan demands gently. “Explore, experiment… before I lose my self-control and take you instead.”

“Okay,” you breathe, reaching out to touch his chest. Scars litter his torso, silver slivers on porcelain skin. Your fingertips dance across them for a bit until you smooth out your palms against his pecs, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to his lips. Jing Yuan lets out a shaky breath when you pull away, the muscles in his arms flexing as he resists the urge to touch you in kind. “Okay, okay…” as your hands begin to dip lower, your face feels like it’s on fire. You unbutton his trousers, then take his length in your uncertain hand.

Jing Yuan breathes out from his nose, closing his eyes. You could count his individual lashes like this. It’s cute— he’s cute. Looking down at his impressiveness, you wrap your hand around it and Jing Yuan lets out a shuddering breath. You feel proud that you can affect him like this— it feels like you hold just as much power over him as he does you. Emboldened, you give his cock a curious tug.

A hand grips your wrist and you look up to see a fire in Jing Yuan’s eyes. “My turn,” he growls. The patience that he is known for is gone, now, as his hand envelopes the one you have wrapped around his length to guide you in stroking him. He leans to his left, using his free hand to pull you closer to him as he sucks a mark into your shoulder while you squirm, whining a bit at the sensation. “You make the sweetest sounds,” Jing Yuan groans. “I wish to make you sing.”

“You certainly wasted no time in taking over, despite asking me to take the lead,” you manage to stutter out. Jing Yuan manages an apologetic chuckle, nuzzling against your face momentarily before grinning at you cheekily.

“Please excuse my impatience… I am spoiled by you, truly,” the man states while tracing patterns into your arm. You tighten your hand around his cock slightly, and he bucks into it with a long moan. “A-ah, so good for me...”

You press your legs together, feeling flustered by Jing Yuan’s eagerness and praise. “Am I?” You raise an eyebrow. “Is it not you that’s being good for me?”

“No, not at all,” Jing Yuan groans, reluctantly removing his hands from you and instead playing with the waistband of your shorts. “Let me be good for you, love?”

“O-okay…”

“If at any point you want me to stop, please tell me immediately,” your best friend tells you seriously. “I want this to be an enjoyable experience for you. If you wish for me to slow down or do something different, I need you to tell me. I won’t be upset, I won’t be mad,” he reminds, and when you nod your understanding, he kisses you gently.

“I… really do appreciate you taking the time to say all that,” you tell him when he draws back. Your heart feels warm.

“Anytime. Always,” Yuan nuzzles his cheek against your cheek like a big, lazy cat. “No matter how much I desire you, I will always put your comfort above all else.”

“What about your comfort?”

“Mm, it’s tied with yours. Though, I don’t mind if you treat me roughly… I will still tell you if something crosses a line.”

“Good.”

“Now…” Jing Yuan grins, big hands tugging on the waistband of your shorts until they slip off. “Time for a treat I’ve been waiting for for a long time.”

The next thing you know, one of your bare legs is thrown over Jing Yuan’s shoulder as he dives into your cunt with reckless abandon. When he licks a stripe against it, you let out a shocked noise and your hands tangle into his hair, causing him to moan. Yuan really likes it when I pull on his hair. You think to yourself.

It’s new. It feels strange and unfamiliar, but you don’t particularly dislike it— especially when Jing Yuan is eagerly enjoying being between your legs. The sounds are wet and embarrassing, and your lover alternates between fucking into you with his tongue and exploring, as though he’s mapping it out with his mouth. You whimper, and his eyes crack open to peer at you, urging you with them to make more noise. Instead, you pull on his hair roughly and he sucks on your clit. You jump a bit and do your best to muffle the sound that threatens to tear from your throat.

He pauses in his ministrations to shoot you a disapproving look. “Don’t silence yourself. Let me hear you,” Yuan demands. There is nothing he would like more than to see you unravel, to hear you fall apart because of him. One hand reaches up to play with a nipple. Then, from where he’s settled, he flicks his tongue against your nub and keeps your leg that isn’t over his shoulder pressed down with his free hand to keep you from squeezing his head between your thighs (though, you might later think that he would be overjoyed for that to happen another time). Right now, though, he has a goal.

That goal is to have you cum on his tongue.

You continue to squirm and make soft noises while Jing Yuan continues to make that cord within you coil tighter. You continue to have one hand tangled in his hair, but lay your opposite arm over your forehead, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the sensations. Where you are doing your best to stay composed, Jing Yuan is unabashedly trying to get you to lose it, golden eyes practically glowing as he alternates between meeting your flustered gaze and admiring your body and its reactions to his touch.

The coil keeps tightening, you let out a long, drawn out whine and tighten your hold on Jing Yuan’s hair. It causes him to moan, rocking his hips into the mattress as something snaps inside you and you see white, rolling your cunt against your lover’s mouth and crying out in pleasure. He slows down but doesn’t stop, tongue fucking you through your orgasm and continuing to slowly thrust against the bed, eyes almost glazed like he’s drunk on your taste.

“Yuan… ‘s s-sensitive,” you slur, mind hazy as you weakly tug on his hair. He slowly pulls away, licking his lips, pupils blown as he plants his hands on either side of you.

Jing Yuan stares at you hungrily, wanting more, but standing by his word. “May I kiss you?” You nod tiredly, dazed, and Jing Yuan wastes no time in locking lips with you, groaning against your mouth. You can taste yourself on his lips. Fuck, warmth begins to pool in your belly again. Yuan moves to tuck himself back into his trousers, content with cuddles and kisses, but this time you are the one to grab onto his wrist. Jing Yuan’s eyes darken and he audibly swallows, his gaze snapping to yours. “Careful, ___. I might not be able to hold back should you tease me further.”

You tug on your lover’s wrist, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek. “But… you didn’t get to cum…”

“Correct. I have a specific place where I would like to do that,” He grins for a moment, the look on his face reminiscent of that of a predator eyeing its prey. “However, I do not wish to push you too far, so this is the option I have chosen.”

As his words click in your brain, your face goes hot. His hand feels cold against you, now, and his grin widens. “What if I don’t mind being pushed a bit farther?” You ask, eyes narrowing. “I know you. If I ask you to stop, you will.”

“Mmm,” Jing Yuan’s eyes are half-lidded now. “Your trust in me is quite appreciated. I wish I shared your confidence.”

“Share it, then,” You roll your eyes and gently push him back until he’s laying down, his head on the pillows. Then, you begin tugging his trousers off until he’s wearing nothing, much like you. Then, you straddle his bare waist and pump his still-hard cock a couple of times with your hand. “You said earlier that this position would give me more control, yes? So don’t worry about pushing me too far.” You can see him clenching his jaw as you guide him to your entrance, wet from your arousal and his previous actions. As you start sinking down onto his dick, you move your hands to his shoulders and begin leaning down with a grin. “Is it time for me to demand that you don’t hide your sounds from me, General?”

His eyes widen slightly and his hips buck into you at your words, causing you both to moan. “A-ah… apologies—“

“Don’t apologize,” you breathe, experimentally lifting your hips before sinking back down onto him. “Personally, I find your eagerness cute.” Jing Yuan whimpers, and you grin. Despite all his previous teasing and the effect he has had on you, you’re able to see him like this now and it’s exciting. No wonder he enjoys teasing you so much— when you see his reactions, it makes you want to tease him similarly. “Yuan, what did you mean earlier when you said you’d like to give me complete control over you?”

He rolls his hips, and you rock against him slowly. Your lover's eyelids flutter, and he groans as you take him completely. “Mmm… is this not a conversation we can have later?”

“I suppose,” you manage, feeling the coil inside you begin to slowly tighten as you set a comfortable pace. “I just wanted to— ah, know.”

Jing Yuan places his hands on your waist, helping you bounce on his cock as your tiredness begins to show. “Tying me up, perhaps? I think it would be incredibly attractive to have the Arbiter General completely at your mercy.” The idea makes you clench, and Yuan’s hips stutter at the feeling. “Y-you like that idea, ___?”

“Yes,” the word comes out like a whine, and this time Yuan slams up into you. You’re seeing stars, and the coil is tightening more now. “A-ah! Yuan, c-close!”

“I am too,” Yuan admits, using one hand to play with your clit. “Gonna cum inside you, make you mine, finally… a-ah, ___, mine…!”

You see white and squirt, and he thrusts into you once, twice, then spills inside you with a loud moan. You collapse against his chest, panting, but feel warm and loved and whole. Jing Yuan wraps strong arms around you, pressing soft kisses to the top of your head. You’re completely spent now, and as much as you want to clean up you also just want to enjoy this for a bit longer. Thankfully, when you move to push yourself off of him, Yuan’s arms tighten and he begins stroking your hair.

“Five minutes,” Yuan pleads. “I’ll run us a bath after and clean us up, but please, ___, let me savor this a bit longer.”

You relax against him, closing your eyes. “Okay.”

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dantesunbreaker · 5 months

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NSFW: In the Night Part I

(Terzo x AFAB!Reader)

TW: Blood, implied character death, vomiting blood

You find Terzo waiting in your room, ready to begin a night of carnal bliss. But you can't shake the feeling there is something you are missing. That something is wrong.

This is something I've been working on since before Halloween! If everything works out as I hope, it should be a three part story!

Something seems off the moment you step into your bedroom, sensing something is different, an eerie chill drifting in from the open balcony doors. But.. you don’t remember leaving them open. A figure stands at the railing, their back to you, dressed in fine and crisp black dress clothes. Slowly you make your approach, unable to see their face, but you can feel the heaviness of their presence. Your heart rate picks up. There is an unfamiliar tension in the air, a feeling that something is not quite right.

But as you reach a hand out, the figure turns towards you. Familiar, comforting mismatched eyes gaze back at you, eyes that you would know anywhere. Terzo. A smile splits across his face, the lines at the corners of his lips pronounced, wrinkles moving to express the mirth. His smile is infectious, tugging at your own lips as Terzo closes the distance between you. In an instant you don’t even think to question that gnawing feeling at the back of your mind telling you something is amiss. With Terzo here with you, how could anything be wrong?

“Oh amore mio, as always it is so wonderful to see you,” Terzo beams as he reaches out for you, hands reaching out to cup your cheeks and pull you close.

But you gasp at the feeling of his hands on your flushed cheeks. They are ice cold.

“Terzo, you’re freezing!” The tremble in your voice gives away your rising concern, but cold lips pepper you with soft kisses until your heart rate settles.

“Guess you will just have to warm me up then,” Terzo pulls away, giving you a playful wink as his hands settle at your hips.

The cold still seems to seep through even the layers of clothes, but you can feel it steadily begin to fade. Your body becomes the fuel to warm you both. Terzo always has a way of putting you at ease.

“Alright, I think I can help,” you finally respond with your own teasing smirk, pulling him by the front of his shirt for a kiss.

Together you stay lip locked until you can feel the warmth gradually return to Terzo’s lips, becoming soft and malleable, allowing you to properly melt into the kiss. Allowing you to completely succumb to his dark, seductive charm. Terzo walks you backwards towards the bed, never breaking your kiss until the back of your knees hit the edge. The look Terzo gives as he watches you shuffle up the bed is near ravenous. As if he were some hungry beast looking at what would soon be their next tasty meal. You can feel the throbbing between your thighs as Terzo crawls up the bed after you, descending upon you.

Teeth graze the pulse point of your neck, hands gliding down your body until one hand cups your clothed sex. You jolt, arching further into him at the stark contrast of Terzo’s freezing touch on your heat. Terzo grins against the delicate skin of your neck. Adding light pressure, he rubs you through the layers of fabric separating you.

“Dolcezza,” Terzo punctuates the pet name with a nip of your flesh. “Oh how I have missed you, missed the feeling of your warmth.” For a moment you are unsure if he simply means the heat of your body, or the heat of your sex as he presses his entire body up against yours, as if trying to absorb as much warmth as he can into himself.

Muscles coiled tight from the cold, you let out a shallow breath as you snake a hand around the back of his neck. Terzo’s face stays buried in the crook of your neck as you hold him to you, not wanting to ever let him go.

“How can you miss me?” Your fingers trail up to card through Terzo’s raven black hair as his kisses travel lower. “You know I am always right here, always ready for whenever you should ever need me.”

There is a brief flashing sting of pain as teeth nip at your collarbone, your startled gasp of a moan drowning out Terzo’s sorrowful sigh. If only your words were still true. But before the mood has the chance to dampen, Terzo rucks up the bottom of your shirt to expose a small strip of skin along your lower belly. Though not as sharp as before, there is still a bite as cold fingers caress your skin. You want more. Wiggling your hips, you try to coax your Papa to explore more of your body further. Back arched, you push up into him with an encouraging moan.

“Oh tesoro,” you can hear the smirk in his voice already. “So eager for more and yet I’ve barely touched you.”

Normally, Terzo would drag out your torture for as long as possible. Ever the tease. But he seems struck by a similar sense of urgency and need, for he takes mercy on you. Deft fingers unbutton your pants, dragging the zipper down and sliding them off your legs with practiced ease. Though, he halts for a moment at your underwear, taking the time to admire the damp patch between your thighs. Soon those too are removed, leaving you bare from the waist down.

“Ah, bellissimo. Perfection,” Terzo purrs, one hand squeezing your outer thigh as the other pushes your shirt further up, encouraging you to remove it. When your last layer of protection is gone, he hums in appreciation. “What a wonderful offering, and to think it’s all for me.”

While speaking, Terzo shifts lower down your body, hands holding your thighs open as he slots himself between them. Mismatched eyes stay locked with your own as his face lowers until his lips hover just inches above your pubic bone. You can feel cold breath fan out across your heated flesh, making you shiver. Equally anxious and excited, you bite your lip in anticipation as you are fixed with a devious grin. Half a gasp leaves you the moment Terzo’s lips press into the soft skin of your lower abdomen. Soft kisses trailing across your skin lower and lower until he pauses right before reaching where you want him most.

“Look at you,” Terzo purrs, “absolutely dripping for your Papa.”

With a whine, you try to arch your hips up to close the distance between you. Chuckling, Terzo pulls back just enough to stay out of reach.

“Patience, caro,” when you settle back against the bed, he moves back in. “Let me admire you first.”

Carefully, treating you as if you were an intricate piece of artwork, Terzo uses his hands to spread your folds open for his viewing pleasure. With the intensity of his gaze, it is as if he were trying to save a picture perfect image of you in his memory. Only inches away, you can feel his freezing breath tingle your wetness. Your hands clutch at the sheets below, balling the fabric with your fists as you fight the urge to lift your hips. But Terzo seems pleased with your restraint and rewards you for your good behavior. It starts with a simple teasing lick with the tip of his tongue from ass to clit. But it’s enough to make you snap. One hand buries into Terzo’s ebony locks, securing him in place as your hips lift to buck against his face.

Terzo gets the message loud and clear. The tip of his nose nudges at your clit as his tongue caresses your entrance. You mewl and moan, head thrown back into the pillows in bliss as he presses deeper. Devouring you as if you were his last meal, Terzo ensures that not even a single inch of you goes untouched. It’s electrifying. Your muscles constrict, coiling tight as your mind can only focus on the pleasure Terzo so freely gives. All that exists in this moment in time is you and him.

A hand seeks out your own that remains tangled in the sheets, a soft encouragement as your chokehold switches over to Terzo’s hand. Tears spring to the corners of your eyes, desperate for more as your hips grind against Terzo’s face in search of more friction. But Terzo always seems to know exactly what you need, knowing you as well as the back of his own hand. Never a selfish lover, Terzo will not rest until you are drunk on pleasure.

You can’t hold back a scream the moment you feel lips seal over your aching bundle of nerves. Encouraged by your enthusiasm, Terzo doubles down, pinning your hips to the bed as his tongue circles you, sucking you further into his mouth. The muscles in your legs quiver, thighs aching to snap closed around Terzo to keep him locked against you. Tension starts in the center of your body, a tight coil pulling tighter and tighter until you can feel its hold spreading throughout to the rest of your body. Muscles taut, you fight desperately against the need to burst at the seams with pleasure.

But Terzo reads you like a book, picking up on your resistance. While putting extra pressure with his tongue, Terzo effortlessly slides two fingers up to the knuckle within your welcoming heat. All stars seem to align as the coil inside you snaps, your orgasm crashing down upon you, nearly arching your back completely off the bed as your hips buck without abandon. Your Papa continues to pump two fingers in and out of you with the help of your thrusts, working you through your orgasm while his tongue moves to caress your folds to prolong the pleasure without pushing you into overstimulation.

As you slowly regain your senses, able to slow your breathing as your hips stop moving, a blissed smile crosses your face as Terzo pulls away and sits back to look at you. By some miracle, there is not a single smudge on his Papal paints. But you don’t allow yourself the time to give it much thought. He looks simply too irresistible with lips still glistening with your arousal.

“That’s a good look for you, Papa,” you practically purr as you sit up, stalking across the bed until you are nearly sitting in Terzo’s lap. Tilting his chin up with one finger, you trace along his jawline before giving him an open mouth kiss. Your taste is so divine when it is from his lips. “But I think it is a little selfish for you not to share.”

Not needing to wait for elaboration, Terzo makes quick work of shedding clothing until he is equally as bare as you are before him. As you gaze at him, you can’t help but feel an unexplainable pang in your chest. Just as he had before, you try to commit every detail to memory so you can call back upon it whenever you desire. Your Papa is immaculate, and he is all yours.

“Like what you see, tesoro? You seem a bit stunned for words,” Terzo is cheeky as his knees hit the edge of the mattress, gliding back up to rest beside you on the bed.

“Always,” you are brought out of your daze, shifting to focus on Terzo’s impeccable hard cock that so eagerly awaits your attention. A hiss passes through your teeth the moment you wrap your hand around his girth. “Fucking hell, just as cold as the rest of you!”

Terzo actually gives you a look that one could say passes for sympathy, not wanting you to feel obligated to continue any further. But you are not one to let a little discomfort stop you.

“Caro, we do not have to-” Terzo starts to withdraw, but you give a couple of experimental strokes along his cock with one hand before taking his entirety into the warmth of your mouth. Suddenly it is him that is at a loss for words, cutting off with a moan as his head tilts back.

It is no worse than deepthroating a popsicle. For a brief moment the cold stings, but it is swift to fade as you stroke the underside of Terzo’s cock with your tongue.

“I told you I was going to warm you up,” you pull back just enough to sling a witty remark at your Papa who watches you with wide eyes as you sink back around him.

Your cheeks hollow, lips sealing around him so the heat cannot escape. Terzo groans, giving a gentle thrust up into you as a hand settles over the back of your head. Not to push or pull, simply to create another point of contact with you, to feel closer to you. Your soft hum of approval vibrates around Terzo’s cock, causing an involuntary rough jerk of the hips that leaves your nose pressed flush against his neatly trimmed patch of hair.

Nothing prepares you though for the sounds Terzo makes when you reach to cup his balls, gently rolling each one in hand until they are of equal temperature with your body. You take your job seriously after all, and that entails being very thorough. Sweet and salty, you can taste Terzo’s precum on your tongue. But this is not how you plan for the night to end, and neither does Terzo. Just as you move to pull off him, Terzo gives a light tug of your hair as he shifts his hips as far back as the space allows.

“As good as your mouth feels amore, it is not where I wish to bury my seed this evening,” Terzo looks softly down into your eyes when just his head remains resting on your reddened lips. Hands cup your cheeks, lifting you up to press your lips together.

When you part, Terzo sits back on his heels to watch you shimmy up the length of the bed to lay back against the pillows once more. Your legs fall open for him automatically, already ready and waiting for him by the time Terzo settles between your thighs. One of his hands falls to his cock, giving it a firm tug as he lines himself up with your dripping entrance. Eyes meet, searching each other for any remaining hesitance before coming together. But you find none. In one solid thrust, Terzo seats himself fully within you.

“Cazzo!” Terzo buckles, folding over to hover just above you, supported by one arm resting beside your head. “You feel better than I remember, so tight and warm. A perfect fit, as if you were made for taking my cock.”

Your moan in response is soft and needy, a gentle breathy sound that punches the air out of Terzo’s lungs. This time it is you to gently cup Terzo’s cheeks, giving a reassuring smile as you arch up to kiss his lips, patiently waiting for him to regain his senses. A quick snap of his hips has you yelping in surprise, quickly followed by warm laughter. Terzo begins at a slow pace, dragging himself along your walls in just the right way to have your pleasure quickly building. You have a feeling neither of you will be able to last very long. There is a feeling you can’t quite place, as if it had been so long since your last time together. But that wasn’t possible.

“Oh fuck!” You can’t keep your train of thoughts together as the head of your Papa’s cock strikes that sweet spot inside you with each thrust. “Right there Terzo! Fuck me harder, I want to cum on your cock!”

Dropping to brace himself with both arms, Terzo gives a devilish grin before attacking your neck with open mouth kisses. Keening, you arch your hips as Terzo’s hips pick up force and speed, pummeling you into the mattress. Your arms snake around his torso, nails digging for purchase into the muscle of his back, leaving angry red welts in their wake.

Teeth graze your collarbone, just shy of being painful as Terzo rams into you hard enough to make the bed shake. Already you can feel your end drawing near, itching to come undone around him. Gasping moans leave you, panting out your pleasure with the rhythm of Terzo’s hips.

“Yes, let me hear you!” Terzo grunts into your ear, voice a thick growl as your legs hook around him, keeping him caged against you.

Trapped within your hold, Terzo can only give shallow but hard thrusts. Hard enough you can feel the bruises already forming on your skin. But it is everything that you need. With a thud, your head hits the pillows as you arch against Terzo, taking him as deep as you can as you claw into him. Your internal walls tighten around him, squeezing him as you fight against the tension consuming your body. Every move Terzo makes leaves you seeing stars, whimpering as you silently plea for him to spill inside you.

You are not left waiting for long, for the moment you let out a cry as your own climax overtakes you, Terzo lets out a beautiful moan as he gives one last heavy thrust before stilling while seated fully within you. His arms slide under you, scooping you up off the mattress to hold you against his chest as you ride out each other’s orgasms together, hips weakly thrusting as your muscles spasm.

When the aftershocks finally die, your breathing gradually slowing back to normal, Terzo carefully pulls out, gazing into your eyes with a look of longing. Your smile is happy and lazy as you hold Terzo’s face in your hands, thumbs tracing along his cheeks. A gentle kiss is shared before Terzo lowers you back onto the bed, dropping down to lie beside you. There you rest for a few moments before you start to rise to go clean up.

“Stay,” Terzo wraps a hand around your wrist, willing you not to leave the bed. “Please, just stay here with me. There is always the morning to clean up, but this moment is only for now.”

There is something about the look in his eyes, a look of deep longing and remorse, as if afraid to let you out of his sight for even a moment. It breaks your heart just to see. With a soft nod, you settle back into the bed, pressing as close up to him as you can.

“Of course, Terzo,” you hum as you nuzzle your nose along the bottom of his jaw. “Anything for you.”

You watch the corners of his lips turn up, but the look in his eyes doesn’t quite fully fade away. But soon it is far from your thoughts as you begin to drift, exhausted by your carnal activities. Darkness washes over you as you fall into dreamless slumber.

Some hours into the night, something pulls you from that darkness of your slumber, a noise coming from the opposite side of the bed. Gurgling. Like the sound of someone choking on their own saliva. Heavy eyes shift slowly as you turn your head towards the sound. There you find Terzo sitting upright in the bed, hands cupped before him, the light of the moon filtering through the windows forming a soft halo of light around him. You try to blink the haze from your eyes, but you can already sense the darkness creeping back in.

“Terzo?” You manage to squeeze his name out as little more than a whisper. But it catches his attention.

For a moment the gurgling stops, a stark silence filling the room as you watch Terzo’s head slowly turn towards the sound of your voice, his white eye seemingly glowing through the darkness. While it grows harder and harder to keep your eyes open, the black fog creeping in closer and closer, you will yourself to fight as long as you are able. Using what strength you can gather, your eyes strain to make out the details of Terzo’s face. What you see however, makes you wish you had stayed asleep.

Once pristine paint is cracked and smudged, streaks of pale skin clearly visible underneath. Worst of all though is the thick rivers dripping from Terzo’s delicate lips. In the dim light you can just barely catch the soft gleam of red. Your gaze travels further down until stopping on a sight that makes your breath catch in your throat, heart thudding hard against your chest. A perfect ring circles Terzo’s neck and from it flows a steady current of blood.

Terzo opens his mouth as if to speak, eyes twinkling with a mixture of emotions as he fixes you with a heartbreaking expression, but all that comes is a choked gurgle as blood bubbles up and seeps down his chin. His hands shift, moving below his face, held together as a cup. It’s then that you notice the crimson stains already along Terzo’s fingers and palms.

“Terzo,” is all but a whimper passing through your lips as you reach one hand out towards him, a hollow offering of help. But no help could ever save him now.

Just before your fingertips can brush against him, trembling under the duality of his gaze, you drop as the darkness falls over your eyes. Through the fog you can swear you feel the faint tingle of a soft caress along your cheek. At your temple, the comforting press of lips to skin is the last thing you remember before you are completely lost to the world of slumber once more.

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dirtywresling102 · 1 year

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Pleasurable Mistakes - Jey Uso (18+)

Pairing: Jey Uso x Female!Reader

Summary: The reader gets caught having a intimate moment in Jey's room.

Warnings: 18+ Blog, Minors DNI, Smut, Fingering, Masturbation

Word Count: 3,578

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“Once we graduate, we should totally get an apartment together to save money!” Jey smiled widely, his voice slightly cracking with excitement.

“Yeah! When you’re off traveling for the WWE, I’ll stay and take care of the apartment! It’ll totally save up money.”

“Can we get a dog?” Jey pointed out.

“How about a cat?” You persuaded.

“I can work with a cat.” Jey grinned.

“God, why don’t you two get married already.” Jimmy, Jey’s twin, spoke up. You and Jey gave each other weird looks before looking at Jimmy across the lunch table.

“We’re not getting married.” Jey laughed.

“Yeah, we’re thinking financially, you know once we graduate high school you actually can’t really live on your own in this economy and the way it’s going.” You picked through your school lunch, regretting not taking your car to school so you could have left for lunch and get Taco Bell. It was such a nice day and your mother insisted you walk.

“Whatever, when I graduate I’m going to get into the WWE, find myself a hot wife and buy a house.” Jimmy nodded with a smirk on his lips.

“You, a hot wife?” You laughed. “You can’t even find a hot girlfriend.”

Jey laughed along with you as Jimmy gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes with an embarrassed blush on his face, grabbing his lunch tray as he stood up from the table. “Whatever! You’ll see, Y/N, you’ll all see!” Jimmy stormed towards the trash cans, tossing whatever food he didn’t eat and headed towards his homeroom to sit and brew.

Jimmy in fact did show you, he got into the wrestling industry, trained hard and got himself in the WWE, it wasn’t long until he had a nice looking lady on his side and within a few years he proposed. You also showed Jimmy, you were correct all those years ago about the economy not getting any better, taxes were up, and so were milk, gas and rent in the nice city of Miami you grew up in, but you and Jey stuck to your word.

Right after graduation, you lived under your parents roof a little longer until the following year, once money was saved up you and Jey went on with your plan and placed a down payment on an apartment with a nice view of the Atlantic ocean. Popping open champagne on the first night in the apartment, you and Jey stood on the balcony, watching the waves of the ocean roll in and the moon high in the sky reflecting in the water.

Glass in hand you stared off into the distance and on instinct, you placed your head upon Jey’s broad shoulder. “We did it.” You sighed happily.

“Yeah, we did.” Jey maneuvered his glass into his other hand while his right hand wrapped around your waist which immediately sparked something in you.

As the years passed, Jey went into some training along with his brother and they were immediately signed to the WWE, possibly because they were a package pair or because their father was also Rikishi some would argue but you’d always back them up and say they were there due to their hard work.

Watching Jey and Jimmy take their career higher and higher every Friday Night made you a little closer to the brothers. Even though Jey was never home regularly he still made sure to text and call daily whether it be checking up on you or giving you an update on where he was at and when he’d be coming home. It made your heart swell knowing he was thinking of you but it also feared you. What was he doing when on the road? Was he at bars? Was he fucking women while celebrating his wins?

Then again, he wasn’t your boyfriend and you never asked any personal questions. You never pushed him when he came home, wanting to know all the details on what he did while traveling knowing he was too tired to do anything when he came home, bags in the living room and him collapsing on the couch.

“So, any plans for tonight?” Jey asked through the phone that you held against your ear while typing a paper out for work.

“Me? Plans on a Saturday night? Psh.” You scoffed following it with a laugh as you skimmed through the pages. “I’m just finishing this report for work, take a shower, have a glass of wine and most likely watch a show.”

“Boring!” Jey sang loudly to where you had to pull the phone away with a smile. “You should enjoy yourself, go to the club and have men buy you drinks!”

You could hear the playfulness in Jey’s voice but you couldn’t help but to frown, you wanted him to buy you drinks and take you to the club, not some strange man grinding against you and trying to get you drunk to have his way with you. Shaking your head you cleared your throat, shutting your laptop. “I’m good.” You reassured.

“Your Saturday night, princess. Spend it however you want.”

You broke out in goosebumps at the pet name he gave you, wishing he really meant it and not in a sarcastic way. “I will, thank you.” You placed your laptop on top of the coffee table.

“Well, don’t have too much fun with Mr. Whiskers. No parties.” Jey teased.

“No parties, I promise.” You laughed, just on cue yours and Jey’s gray tabby cat Mr. Whiskers jumped on the couch and started to make biscuits on the cushion. “Where are you anyway?”

“We just got to the airport, it shouldn’t be a long flight but I’ll be home soon. Oh, we’re actually boarding the flight right now, so I’ll talk to you later.” Jey said.

“Okay.” You bit your lip. “Oh and Jey?”

“Yeah, Y/N?”

It was silent, you didn’t follow up with anything, your stomach twisted, you wanted to tell him how much you missed him and how excited you are to see him again after being on the road for months. “N- Nothing, never mind. Safe travels.”

“Thanks, Y/N. I’ll see you soon.”

With that the phone beeped a few times showing that the call ended. Sighing out loud you set your phone down next to you. “Well, Mr. Whiskers look like it’s just us for a bit.” You looked over at him at the other side of the couch to see he was already curled up and fast asleep. “I guess it’s just me.” Getting up you went to the kitchen, grabbing a meal prep from the freezer and heated it up.

Chowing down on the rice and chicken with a side of veggies you tossed the plastic container in the sink reminding yourself to wash it in the morning. Tidying a bit around the apartment you wanted to make the place look nice when Jey arrived. Placing the vacuum back and all the cleaning supplies in their rightful place you exhaled a tired breath, looking around the spotless apartment.

Satisfied with how everything looked, you made your way towards the bathroom, turning the light on and shutting the door behind you, you looked in the mirror. Dark circles were under your eyes as your hair was in a messy bun from a long day's work. You started to strip from your street clothes. Making your way to the shower you started it up, getting it to the temperature you wanted.

The steam started to roll immediately showing that the water was getting warm quickly. Stepping out of your panties and tossing your bra in the pile you pulled back the curtain and stepped into the water. “Shit.” You hissed, quickly reaching for the cold knob and turning it to balance the temperature.

Humming softly as the water turned more comfortable to your liking, you bowed your head underneath it, letting it spray down on you and roll down your back. Goosebumps broke out as the water strolled down your body and the steam danced along your nipples, making them hard.

Shivering at the sensation your mind went to Jey. Leaning against the tile wall with your eyes closed you slowly started to realize how much you missed Jey’s smile, his laugh along how he’d watch you everytime you cracked a joke or how his muscles would tighten and ripple from the pushups and situps he’d do in the living room.

Your teeth nipped at your bottom lip as you started to think more of Jey in a sexual way. You’ve never seen what he was packing under his pants but you knew by the way he walked he had some size.

Your fingers danced along your stomach, making their way south of your body and cupping your hot sex. Exhaling a soft breath, the tip of your index finger and middle finger swirled around your sensitive clit. “Fuck.” You whispered to yourself out loud. Applying more pressure to your clit, you bite your lip harder imagining it being Jey’s hand toying with you. “Jey, please. Put it in.” You whined, your fingers still teasing your clit, slowly picking up the pace.

Your cunt clenched around nothing, your stomach slowly started to tighten as you built your orgasm. Finally deciding to back off from your clit, your two fingers slowly traced your lips, collecting your dripping juices. “Oh Jey.” You said softly. Slowly inching your fingers up into your entrance, your cunt tightly wrapped around your digits as they sunk deeper inside. Your mouth collected saliva as the delicious pleasure started to drive up your spine.

Slowly dragging your two digits out you plunged them back inside of you letting out a soft moan, echoing in the bathroom. Your wrist started to ache but that didn’t stop you from picking up the pace. Your fingers quickly pushed in and out of your slippery cunt, your walls squeezing and sucking your fingers back in with a warm squelchy welcome.

Your thoughts ran wild as you imagine Jey, naked behind you grabbing your neck with his other hand while his free hand finger fucked you. “God, Jey. Gonna come.” You moaned out, your walls fluttering around your cunt. The warm water still sprayed from the head of the shower down onto your bare breasts as you tossed your head back against the tile wall with a loud ‘thud’.

The wetness of your cunt and your panting moans mixed in the air with the steam rolling around the hot shower. Your orgasm came quickly, coming undone on your fingers as they dripped with your creamy color. “Holy fuck.” You panted, resting against the cool wall with the mixture of the hot water made goosebumps rise on your skin again.

Slowly pulling your drenched fingers out from your aching pussy, you rinsed them off underneath the shower and finished up washing your hair and body. Once you rinsed yourself off, you turned the shower off and grabbed a towel.

Feeling much better after a little time, you stepped out of the bathroom, steam rolling past your ankles into the hallway. You held the towel around your body tight and started to make your way towards your bedroom. Stopping in front of a closed door, you looked at it. Jey’s room. You never went in when he was out traveling, you respected his privacy too much to even step one foot inside when he wasn’t home.

‘Don’t you miss his smell, though?’ A small voice in the back of your head announced.

You did miss his smell. The strong cologne he wore was always your favorite, smelling like hickory and vanilla. You squeezed your thighs together as your core grew warmer at the thought of smelling his pillows real quick. Looking towards the front door to see it was still locked and no sign of anyone coming in, you grabbed the door knob and twisted it, pushing the door open.

Standing in the hallway you looked inside the dark room, flicking the switch on the room soon became bright and showed off his wrestling memorabilia. His room was neat and clean, dressers dusted and tidy along with the large flat screen tv hanging from the wall and his gaming system hooked up to it. You eyed his dirty laundry, seeing a sweater hanging from the side of the hamper.

Stripping your towel off, you let it drop to the floor, pooling around your feet. Stepping out of it, you grabbed the black hoodie, holding it tight and inhaling his scent. Moaning softly you remembered he wore this sweater when he was making a protein shake after his gym workout. The memory made you smile as you slipped it on over your head and now covered your upper half and slightly some of your lower half.

You inched your way to his bed, seeing how he neatly tucked his sheets in and the bed comforter pressed firmly with no wrinkles. You instantly ruined it as you laid on top of his made bed, his scent wafting in the air hitting your nostrils. Humming at the smell of Jey your brain became fuzzy and warm along with your cunt slowly started to throb again, wanting to be full once more.

You knew it was wrong, you knew you shouldn’t be in his room especially when he was on his way home. You nuzzled your head back into the soft pillows, gripping the chest of his sweater and bringing it to your nose you inhaled deeply once more. Memories of Jey flooded your mind as your heart hammered in your chest and cunt started to drip again. You needed another round to calm you down and this time in his bed.

Your right hand slowly traveled down your stomach like before. You skipped past your clit, not wanting to tease yourself anymore as your fingers pressed against your soaking entrance you pushed past your folds with no hesitation. “Fuck, Jey!” You cried out, arching your back as your two fingers plunged in and out of your pussy. Your eyes closed tight as your head tossed back into the pillow even more.

Jaw slack and mouth hung open, your fingers scissored deeper into your pussy but it just wasn’t enough. You needed another, your ring finger pressed against your middle and inched itself past your tight walls. “Y- Yes, more, more, fuck Jey I want more!” As you had three fingers inside your cunt, fucking yourself, your lower stomach tightened, you could see Jey behind your eye lids, he was there above you fucking you raw and moaning with you. “Yes, Jey. Please ‘Mmm close.” You sobbed.

As your orgasm was about to ripple through your body you heard your name being shouted, your eyes snapped open while your fingers quickly drove out of your wet cunt as you quickly sat up in the messy slightly damp bed. There stood Jey, suitcase by his side with wide eyes and jaw dropped.

“J- Jey! I can explain!” You grabbed the hem of the black sweater you wore and tugged it down your lower half to hide your dripping cunt. “I- I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!” You apologize, rooted to the bed you couldn’t move but just say how sorry you were. You disrespected him, his privacy, his bed, the friendship. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you see Jey not moving from the spot.

“So,” Jey’s tongue darted past his plumped lips. “You play with yourself in my bed instead of throwing parties while I’m gone.”

Still too scared to even realize Jey was joking you choked out a ‘no’.

“I must admit, this is a better sight to come home to instead of a loud party.” Jey smirked, his dark hooded eyes ran over your body.

“Y- You’re- You’re not mad?” You hiccuped, tears running down your cheeks.

Jey’s hands started to fiddle with his belt and unbutton his pants. “Does this look like I’m mad?” As he finished his words, he pushed down his pants along with his boxers, his hard cock sprung upwards, hitting his stomach.

“Oh my god- Jey!” You quickly shielded your eyes, looking away from him in respect. “I- I.”

You heard more shuffling being done towards the doorway and felt the bed dip on the opposite side you were looking from. “Hey, Y/N.” Jey grabbed your wrist and pulled it away from your face. “Please, Y/N, I need to know if you really want this, if you want me.” He whispered ‘me’ softly.

Finally opening your eyes to see Jey fully naked laying right next to you had your face heating up, your best friend caught you masturbating in his bed and now he was laying naked next to you. “I- I do want it, Jey. I’m so sorry for- for doing this in your bed.” You sniffed.

Jey had a large smile plastered on his face and tossed his head back slightly with a laugh. “I wasn’t expecting it but I much do love coming home with you on my bed fucking yourself silly on your fingers.” He groaned the last part. You caught how his dick twitched as he spoke.

“Then yes, please Jey, I want you. I want all of you.” You begged him.

“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that.” Jey leaned forward, his lips crashing against yours in a hot kiss. Your lips moved along with his as he slowly guided himself on top of you, wedging in between your legs and making sure not to crush you with his full weight. “Been wanting to be in between these legs.” Jey said in between kisses. “Deep inside this pussy.” He moaned.

You whined against his lips, wishing you did this little stunt nearly ten years earlier but always too scared not knowing if he felt the same way you did. “Please, Jey. I’ve waited long enough, give it to me.”

Jey shivered at your words, looking down, his hard cock was poking against your thigh, twitching in anticipation to be inside of you. Jey’s hand went in between your bodies as he gripped the thick base of his cock and slowly nudged the tip of his cock against your still wet pussy. You both exhaled a satisfying breath as he sank deeper inside of you with ease due to you preparing yourself for the past hour.

“You feel so fucking good, snug around my dick.” Jey moaned. “Were you getting this pretty little pussy ready for my fat cock?”

Too dazed to even speak, you nodded with soft moans leaving your lips, your legs wrapping around his waist as he started to swirl his hips in a circular motion. “Hmm, Jey.” You moaned, enjoying how his cock stretched you wider.

Jey’s moans rang in your ear, making your cunt grip his cock tighter in a reaction you didn’t expect. “Fuck, darling yes.” Jey hissed through gritted teeth as he started to rut his hips against you, his cock pushing deeper inside of you with every thrust. As he pulled his cock out it was slow, slightly painful but soon pleasure rushed through your body as he pushed back in.

“Jey!” You screamed as his pace started to pick up in a sloppy manner.

“You sound so fucking sweet, scream for me baby.” Jey panted, his wet cock slipping in and out of your tight channel. ‘Fucks’ and ‘shits’ escaped both of your mouths as both of your orgasm started to approach.

“I- I’m close Jey!” You warned as your vision slightly blurred and the coil in your stomach started to tighten. “I want- want your come baby, I want your come!” You begged, rolling your hips against each of his thrusts.

Jey nearly stopped his movements as he groaned lowly. “N- No! Please, fuck please don’t stop.”

“Fuck, the way you did that, shit.” He breathed out, his hips started to pump inside of you again.

“That’s it, right there!” You cried out, closing your eyes tight you saw bright lights explode as your orgasm went over the edge, taking control of your body. “J- Jey!” You screamed.

“Yeah baby, I’m coming, I’m coming.” Jey moaned, his cock drilling into your sore cunt, sloppy wet sounds and skin against skin roared in the room along with his bed frame racking up against the wall loudly.

His warm seed exploded inside your tight cunt as he tossed his head back, moaning. A thick vein appeared in his throat, pulsing as he panted heavily.

“Hmm, oh fuck.” You moaned, wiggling against his stilled hips to feel yourself full of his come. “Big load.” You teased, feeling your pussy swallow his thick come.

“You have no idea.” Jey panted, hinting that it’s been awhile for him from having sex.

Jey slowly pulled his cock out from your abused cunt, the creamy liquidy mess dripping from your cunt onto his sheet. Jey didn’t care as he collapsed next to you, eyes closed but you couldn’t help but to stare at him. “How long?” You whispered.

It was silent for sometime as Jey just smiled. “Long.” He whispered back. “Very long.” He licked his lips, still smiling and cracked one eye open. “Since early high school.”

You couldn’t help but to smile back at him, he wanted you and you wanted him and here you were, finally having each other.

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Rough sex Simon this…rough sex Simon that….what about soft sex Simon?!

Simon who holds your hand, who softly brushes your hair out of the way to see your pretty face and place kisses on your forehead. He holds you so gently, as if you were porcelain. (This could probably apply to everyone but I feel like it really sticks to Simon’s character 🫶)

Soft Simon has been rotting my brain as of late, XoXo 🫶💋

thank you for your request, nonnie!! (✧ω✧)

sometimes, all he needs to do is just unwind, come down and be treated humbly and dotingly by his beloved, and what better way to do that than gentle sex?

his bare cock brushing against the skin your thigh while your lips locked together in a tight kiss, large palm encasing the side of your face as his tongue moved rhythmically against yours, listening to the bed squeal beneath him, listening to your soft little giggle.

‘gonna need a new-‘

a soft gasp as his tugged down your bra, flesh of his tongue circling around the perky nuh, humming lowly beneath his breath, he holds you so hesitantly—thumb gently rubbing against your cheek in an act of comfort, shushing you softly, brushing loose strands of hair away from your gaze.

‘don’t need anythin’..just us, awhrite’?’

he’s so comforting when he finally sinks himself in, gently soothing you with pecks across your collarbones and jaw—cock nestling itself familiarly inside your velvety cunt, just admiring how gorgeous you were, sprawled out on the bed lazily with messy hair, sweaty and covered in little purple grazes, lipstick smudged and vibrant red kiss marks surrounding the flesh of your breasts.

the way his cock brushed against your cervix had you melting into the cozy sheets with a whine, legs wrapping around his structured hips; watching the mammoth lean himself right down into you to nestle his head in the crook of your neck—hips rocking back and forth fluidly, not stuttering or stopping.

you didn’t even have to speak, the intimacy of the moment said it all. from the way he gently held the curve of your ass in his rough hands like dough, or the way you gasped and wept into his shoulder, it spoke a thousand words, he had your name on his tongue like a chant,

a prayer only the most devout could utter as you clenched around his cock, cunt fluttering as simon groaned out, emptying his cum inside you, standing up slightly taller to brush his hands against your stomach—holding your jaw in his hands before placing a soft kiss onto it.

‘tired?’

‘mmmmh.. check argos’ websitefor those beds..’

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NRC X AFAB!READER

CHARACTERS : All NRC (without ortho) + Neige Leblanche ( in Pomefiore ) + Che'nya ( in Heartslabyul ) AFAB!READER -You are a new staff member in the all boys school NRC,and today's your first day.The Headmage,Crowley explained what your new job was multiple times while taking you to meet the Housewardens and Vice-Housewardens one by one.Once everyone understood what you'll be doing here,they let you rest a little before the real show start...

HEARTSLABYUL

[Riddle Roseheart] One day,while you were baking with Trey for the next Unbirthday Party, the Housewarden called you over to his room.You excused yourself before going to see what the Housewraden wanted to do with you,or do to you..It wasn't really surprising to see that his face was as red as a tomato,he seemed to be very "shy" the first day you met.. -Well hello Housewarden Roseheart,how can I help you?It is the first time you wish to see me in private,I believe you want something from me,or to be more precise,I believe you want me,don't you Riddle? -Stop being so-! Ugh,yes,I do want you,but everything that happens in my room stays in it,did I make myself clear!? -Why of course Housewraden!I don't want to lose my head after all..So,what do you want me to do?Do you simply want to kiss me,or eat me out?I could suck you're shaft while you work or cockwarm you as some kind of stress-relief!Your wish is my command. You bent over to take off your high heels,just enough to let him see how wet you already were,and just enough to make him even more red if it was possible..Slowly,he started to undress himself.His body wasn't that impressive but his power was enough to make everyone bow before him,even you who didn't have any magic!He hesitantly took off his boxer,leaving him completly naked before you.His cock wasn't the biggest you've seen,but you still wondered how he would feel inside of you.Would it be enough to make you cum?To make you squirm all over it?Or would he simply use you to his liking not even trying to make you feel good?If he did wanna try,would he use his tongue and mouth,or would he used his fingers? -Y/N,please,come closer.. -Yes,your maaaajesty! You did as he asked and came closer,his face now close enough for you to feel his breath on your lips.His cock was now rubbing against your stomach,so you just started to slowly and gently stroking it,making him gasp and moan softly.He soon became a moaning mess,begging for you to take him in your mouth,in your cunt,in your ass,he didn't care he just needed to feel you around him! -Y/N,please,I need you..Stop teasing,I can feel how close to cumming I already am.. And you could feel how wet you were,your panties now soaking in your juice..His voice,his moans were angelic and you needed more!You were pretty sure that juste making him feel good could make you cum right on the spot!You pushed him so he was sitting on his bed,and soon he understood what you were going to do,he lied down to let you ride him.He wasn't aware of it,or maybe he was but he couldn't care less,but he was smiling and drooling..Some might say that it's disgusting,and he normally would say it too,but this view of your naked body on top of his meant that he was finally going to cum!Slowly,you sat down on his shaft,making him scream of pleasure.Yup,he was a little virgin boy that wouldn't last long inside a women's pussy..

[TREY CLOVER] You were helping the Vice-Housewarden,baking tarts in the dorm's kitchen when you "accidentally" spilled cream on your breast,just above your bra.You knew for a long time that the former student wanted more than just be un good terms with you,it was kind of obvious to be honest.The way he was always looking at your breast or at your ass when he thought that nobody was looking,the way he "accidentally" brushed his hands across your body to grab something in the kitchen..Always looking forward for his next move,you saw him taking a picture of you while you were dancing for some Heartslabyul students and,the same day,you saw him touching himself while looking at this exact picture.It was kind of weird comming from such a gentlemen..But you couldn't care less and,today,you were the one that was going to make the first move since he was too "shy" to ask.And it brought you here,with a Trey extremely attracted by your breasts! -Oh,Trey,may you help me with this please? -O-of course,wait me here,I'm gonna- -But I don't wanna waste such a good cream!Come on,I know you can think of a way to fix this! When he finally understood what you wanted him to do to "help you",he carried you to the counter and took off his glasses.You took them and put them on,trying to look at yourself in the window,and before you knew it,Trey was licking and sucking your breasts!You tried to not make a noise,you were in the kitchen after all!It would be a little bit embarrassing for the poor man to be seen in such a position with you! -Okay,I t-think it's good now..T-Thanks for your help Trey! -No,I'm not finished..Come on now,can't you let me finish my meal first? As he said this,he got on his knees,ready to eat you out..Well,as you say in english "The clothes do not make the man"!n french it's "l'habit ne fait pas le moine" :p

[CATER DIAMOND] He would definetly take pictures of you when you serve other people just so he can pleasure himself.He wouldn't dare to ask you directly,after all he already can catch you during the act,does he really need more?Probably not but he do want more!He craves for your touch but he would never say it,not right to your face at least..He isn't shy,he just want YOU to come begging him to pound you!When you finally ask him (because you want to see what he can do with something else than his hand-) he will get rock hard really fast!But still,it will be for HIS pleasure,so be ready to get overstimulated or not able to cum! -Come on honey,smile a little more!Do it for all my fans,they're encouraging you y'know? Ah yes..He WILL make a live on Magicam,what did you expect?You are the Slut of NRC after all,he is just testing you and letting others know how good and obeidiant you can be!~

[ACE TRAPPOLA ] He would definitely find a way to make you come to class with him so you can suck him off while he is "studying".Don't believe me?Well it doesn't matter because here you are,at the very back off the class under the desk of Deuce,Ace (of course) and Silver (who is actually asleep,letting you do you things).You?You're trying to not gag when he forces you on his cock.And he?He is trying to not moan while you are taking his cock like a good little whore!And don't you worry darling,between Silver's and Leona's snoring you will not be found out.Well,not now at least,because you will be forced to go out of class after it finished,good luck explaining yourself to Trein!

[DEUCE SPADE] -Oh of course,I would love to meet your mother Deuce! But you never thought you'd have to be sitting on his cock while he bounce his leg,almost letting you the time to moan.Let's just say that the conversation with madam Spade wasn't what you wanted it to be...I don't think she really likes you,I mean,she already knew what you were doing in NRC,and here you are IN HER HOME sitting on HER SON'S LAP! -So,miss Y/N...Deuce told me that you were in NRC for a very speacial job,is it true?And if I may ask,what is your job?... -I..I am at NRC to teach them how does t-the human body work! -Oh really?But I heard that there are Merfolks and Beastmens too back there,am I wong Deucy? -Oh no,you're right Momma!There are even Fae! -W-well yeah..But their b-bodyy work the same!A-almost..And I teach them t-too! OOOH SHE WASN'T REALLY HAPPY,I HOPE YOU DON'T WANNA BE HIS GIRLFRIEND BECAUSE HIS MOTHER WILL MAKE YOUR LIFE HELL

[ARTEMIY ARTEMIYEVICH PINKER (CHE'NYA)] Man's just gonna grab you outta nowhere and fuck you into the rose mate!I hope you're not scared of bugs or being found out because he is not ashamed of fucking you in front of someone,even Trey or Riddle!Plus,he can just disappear into thin air and leave you in your completly fucked out state for their greedy eyes and cock to watch and tease~ -Y/N!?Who is this dude? -Wait,isn't it the guy from RSA that came into one of our Unbirthday party!? -Oopsi,they caught us deary~ -Che'nya,please.. -SO YOU DO WORK FOR HIM?! You wanted to respond but the pleasant feeling of Che'nya's cock suddenly left you!You looked up behind you (yeah he was fucking you in doggy style) and saw no Beastmen! -Well..The Housewarden would definetly be like "OFF WITH YOUR HEAD" and all so..How about we make a deal? -We fuck you and in exchange we don't tell anything about anyone!Deal? And you ended up covered in cum!

SAVANNACLAW

[LEONA KINGSCHOLAR] It wasn't that surprising when the lazy lion of NRC asked Ruggie to bring you to the Botanical Garden.When you got there,you found the lion laying on the ground.When he heard you,he simply said : -There you are herbivore..Come,I wanna sleep a little -And so you make me come all the way here to nap with you? -No,idiot.You'll be cockwarming me while I sleep,I wanna see how long you can last without mooving an inch or grinding against me. That was kind of cruel considering he was the kind of guy to sleep for hours in the same position..You couldn't do it,but since it was your job you just said fuck and did it..After 2 or 3 hours,you just couldn't stay still anymore!He hasn't been sleeping that much,instead,he was teasing you!He wanted to make you squirm but hell he was to lazy to admit it or actually do it! -Well?Can't stay still anymore little bunny? -Please,just let me move,just a little!Please.. -No I still want to sleep.. This idiot was rock hard,balls deep inside your cunt and he wanted to just pound into you as much as you!But he resisted,he was kind of a patient man to be honest..

[RUGGIE BUCCHI] Oh the little hyena of Savannaclaw wanted to taste you sooo bad!And he finally got the chance to do so!One night,you came to him,claiming that you wanted his help for something,and it ended up with you sitting on his face while he lapped at your juice like a starved man!You where his favorite meal,believe me,and he was going to enjoy you!Making you cum once wasn't enough,he needed more!And more,and more!! -Please Y/N,one more!Just one more,okay?You're so good!~ Your taste was addictive and he just needed more!Come on little kitten,can't you just let him overstimulate you?And here he thought that you were the one that was going to break him!He didn't think he could make you this weak with just his tongue!

[JACK HOWL] The Spelldrive tornament was over and Jack made such an amazing job!You just needed to give him a prize,a treat if you may say!You called him to the lockers and got on your knees,at first he was confused but when you started to unbottoned his pants the boy became hard!The others Beastmens were looking at the scene,some of them were even stroking their cock and drooling like some kind of animals!But you didn't care,to focused on taking his cock deep in your throat and it wasn't as easy as you would think!He was huge,and it was hard to take him all in!In all of NRC,mister Howl is the second biggest you've seen! -Oh look at how good she is at sucking cock! -Hey Jack,after you're finished,I'll have my way with her! -Well one of us can fuck her while she is sucking Jack,dont'cha think? Hell it wasn't your plan but it still felt good so why would you say no to this,huh?

OCTAVINELLE

[AZUL ASHENGROTTO] You were under his desk,sucking him while he reviewed some of his contracts to see who didn't pay in time.And he was getting really mad when Jade,Floyd or one of his clients came into his office,so you had to take him like a good slut!He needed this,and he deserved it! -Oi Azuul!~Did you know,apparently little Shrimpy is going to take care of our dorm this week! -Floyd,he is the Housewarden,of course he knows! -May you two please go OUT? -What,are you that occ- OOOH THERE SHE IIIS!~ -Well well,that's kind of rude to just keep her all to yourself Azul,since when is she under your desk? -This morning!And my knees are starting to seriously hurt,this carpet is-UGH,Azul,don't force me to deep throat you! Oh poor him,all flurstered!~

[FLOYD AND JADE LEECH] Yes,they will fuck you at the same time.Whether it'll be one in your mouth and the other in you pussy or ass,or one in your ass and the other in your pussy,or even the two of them in the same hole!Do you know the song "Play with fire"?Well the line "my pleasure is their pain" is exactly what's your "relation"'s like(from Floyd and Jade's point of view of course-)!They love seeing you cry out in pleasure AND in pain!You're just so cute!And if you're up to it,then they'll fuck you in their eel forms!As long as there is food and it's warm then let's go! -Come on Shrimpy,just a little more 'kay? -Good girl,see?Doesn't it feel nice?Our dicks right where you wanted them~

SCARABIA

[KALIM AL-ASIM] Oh Kalim's a bit naughty when it come to sex!He isn't used to these feelings but it feels fucking good and he craves more!And guess what,you've never thought that he would overstimulate you like that!He just want so much more than what he already have,what a greedy little prince!He want to let everyone know how good he is at making you feel good so go ahead and scream his name!Let the whole dorm know what he is doing to you!Of course,don't worry about it,he is always your lovely little ray of sunshine~ -Please Y/N scream louder,let them know how much you like this!Please,be a good girl and scream like a whore! Yes..Lovely,isn't he?He will do anything to make you cry out from pleasure,you can do that for him don't ya!

[JAMIL VIPER] Hear me out : MASTER KINK DEGRADATION KINK and,of course HATE SEX! You'll be his obeidient little whore for as long as he wants you too~Don't get me wrong,he likes you a lot!But he need to distress and,since he doesn't have to use Snake Whisper on you,he just use you more!You are the perfect little fuck toy,do you know that?Get on your knees and suck your master's cock,go on! -That's it..Yes,this is perfect!Keep going and I'll promise you'll get your reward~ It's one of his favorite line when you suck him off!He just want to see someone beg him,he wanna see someone on their knees just for him!It make him feel so good,powerfull and important!And when it's you,it's waaayy more efficient!He could cum just by seeing you on your knees!You want his cock deep in you?Well then,get on all fours!He will fuck you reeaal good,and he may spank you a little!

POMEFIORE

[VIL SCHOENHEIT] Being this pretty can be reeaally stressfull!So,sometimes he needs to fuck your boobs.Yes,you 'heard' right!He want his cock between your pretty tits,and then,he want his cum on them!Slightly covering your chin and mouth as he keep sliding his cock between your boobs.And you don't have to do anything,just lay in his bed and be pretty for him,you can do that don't you?Of course,with Vil as your new client you HAVE to be perfect! -Ah..Yes,just like that,wait sweetheart,don't move around so much!You don't want to be punished,do you? Do you?Hmmmm maybe!But be prepared for a lot of edging and spanking!He might even bring Rook or Epel!

[ROOK HUNT] He just want to hunt you,so be the little prey you already are and run!Run little rabbit,or the hunter will catch ya! -Where are you little one?~ Maybe you are in one of our trees,or in my room?You wouldn't dare,would you?~ Buut he will never really touch you,he will maybe eat you out if you beg for it,but aside that he will not touch you.He will only watch you as you masturbate,slowly pumping his cock... -Come come little one,keep touching this pretty clit of yours.Keep going,I wanna see you cum..I wonder,how long will you last if my cock was in your pretty little cunt?~

[EPEL FELMIER] You said ONCE that you thought he was pretty cute and OH BOY YOU GOT POUNDED!He pushed you on the ground,forcing you on all fours and he pulled down your underwears and forced his cock into your hole!And he started to pound into you,saying harsh and dirty things in your ears as you tried to stay still.He wasn't the best when it come to sex (he was a virgin) but he still knew how to make up for it!And,oh goodness he is so much better when he is himslef! -Go on ya bitch,keep screaming I know you like it!Hah,not so cute now,am I? Wait,what did you said?Oh you don't like it when it's rough like that?!Pfft don't lie to him... -Oh quite yer bitching!I feel your pussy clenching around my cock!Say,what other disgusting things do you like huh?Do you like being chocked,do you like being spanked or being spitted on?Hah by the way you're tightning around me,i bet you do! Oh how naughty of you!

[NEIGE LEBLANCHE] When he first heard of a girl in this school he was so..EXCITED TO MEET YOU LIKE,oh goodness you must've been a princess,right!?But when he first saw you,you were half naked for some guys of Diasomnia.They were four,trying to use you at the same time : one in your mouth,one in your pussy,one in your ass and the other was letting you jerk him off.Since you were crying (from overstimulation) and almost blacking out he though that they were rapping you,and so he came to the rescue!After helping you clean yourself off,you explained to him why you weren't really happy that he helped you.He was soo flustered and also a bit horny.I mean,the princess he just saved was actually a free use slut!? -Here,let me show you my skills so you can truly understand why I am here. Even tho he wanted to say no,his body said otherwise..So he let you do it,he let you climb onto his lap and let you fuck him silly.And that's how the little Neige lost his virginity!Now,he desperatly wants to go with Che'nya when he visit you at NRC!

IGNIHYDE

[IDIA SHROUD] He is waaay too shy to TALK to you so don'- expect him to ask you for a blowjob..HIDE UNDER HIS DESK,HIS ROOM IS WAY TOO DARK SO HE WON'T SEE YOU! As he was playing video game with some of his online friends,Ortho being away playing with Kalim and the magic carpet,you licked his crotch making him yelp like an anime girl!He looked at you and,not wanting to lost his fight,tried to ignore you (spoiler alert : he couldn't,he was way too weak for that) -Yo bro,everything's fine?Did you lost your connexion? -N-no,it's nothing just,em..M-my cat,yeah..He jumped and- mph!..He's forcing me to pet him..! -Oh,never knew you had a pet!I love cats,he must be sooo cute! From where you were ,you could hear him trying to explain himself to his teammates,he was a stuttering and blushing mess (well,more than he already is I mean..) -Yeah,my kitten's actually pretty cute but,o-oh goodness,it sometimes seems like he want my death or s-something..

DIASOMNIA

[MALLEUS DRACONIA] Let me get this straigh : THIS MAN HAS TWO DICKS!He's huge and he has two,can you believe it!?It would never fit,right?!It did.Just so we're clear,it was too much since the begining. -Oh dear..I didn't know human's could be so tight..! For you sex-sion he decided to give you a pet name!It was his way of making you feel a bit more comfortable.He knows it hurt(by the look on your face) and he knows his reputation might not be the best..But he still likes you,so he do this,not just for his pleasure,but for yours too!When you say stop,he stop.It's that simple.He will try everything you want him to do : praise,bondage,degradation,edging,face-fuck,EVERYTHING! -Go ahead,try sucking it,it's not like I would bite you for doing so. Sucking him off is..A challenge.Not just because you can't take half of his lenght without gagging,but because you have to make a choice : Being chocked by his second cock or being unabbled of breathing because of his other one!You're choice deary,go on don't be scared.He don't bite,unless you're into that.

[LILIA VANROUGE] He's a menace. Really,I hope you don't mind being overstimulated 'til you black out because that is what will happend,oh yeah,and he teases a lot! -What's the matter,can't keep your eyes open for me?~ While he make you sit on his face,you have to look at him IN THE EYES!If you break the eye-contact you will get spank!That would hurt real bad,wouldn't it?This man isn't tall but his dick is freaking long dude!And he knows how to use it!Trust me,he is the best for making you cum fast and hard! -Come on little girl,you can give me another one,yeah?After all,I didn't cum yet,so you can't go~ Oof overstimulation..If you didn't quite catch what it mean by now,then have sex with mister Vanrouge and you will totaly understand!When I said "he is a menace" it means that he totally can fuck you anywhere,anytime,without sharing you.The boys and teachers will have to watch without complaint or else they'll have problems (yup,even the teachers.He doesn't care!)

[SILVER] He just asked you one day to,if you catch him sleeping somewhere,just ride his cock until you're satisfied.Yup,he wants you to use him as a stress relief when he is asleep.That way,you can do wathever you want without having to concentrate yourself on anything but your body and the feeling of his cock deep in that sweet tight hole of yours~And if he wakes up? -Oh,Silver!Didn't mean to wake you up.. -Don't worry,keep going.I won't last much longer anyway.. Not sure if he is talking about sleep or cum but do you really care?FUCK YOURSELF ON THAT SHAFT LADY!

[SEBEK ZIGVOLT] He didn't really want to fuck you at first but when he heard everyone,even the young master,telling how good you felt,how obeidient you were and how pretty and sexy you body looked,he decided to try you out.After all how can we say we don't like something if we've never tried it?And now he's addicted! -The young master wasn't liying,you truly are the perfect cock,-sleeve!Come on now human,one more time!

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Fate, After All [Series Masterlist] | Joel Miller

pairing: joel miller x f!oc!reader

series warnings: cursing, tooth-rotting fluff, smut, oc reader is mentioned to have a blushing color show up on their complexion, has longer hair, and is shorter than joel. no use of y/n. each part is labeled with their own warnings. 18+. minors, dni.

series synopsis: your mom thinks it’s a bright idea to keep setting you up on blind date after blind date, and, well, none of them work in your favor... until one finally does.

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part five

epilogue

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ੈ✩‧₊ ̗̀➛ In which you, a duo-powered quirk user, reluctantly joins UA alongside a childhood friend to become a hero…sorta of.

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⇢ ˗ˏˋCHAPTER 0.5࿐ྂˏ•*⁀➷ i | OUR BEGINNING

⇢ ˗ˏˋCHAPTER 1.࿐ྂˏ•*⁀➷ ii | THE BEGINNING

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⇢ ˗ˏˋCHAPTER 3.࿐ྂˏ•*⁀➷ v | BEFORE WE START

⇢ ˗ˏˋCHAPTER 4.࿐ྂˏ•*⁀➷ vi | THE FINAL EXAM [COMING SOON!]

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Reasons To Keep You Here (Yuri x AFAB Immigrant Reader) Part 3

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The first to know about your marriage was, of course, the Forger family. Yor burst into tears and went for a bone-crunching hug with both you and Yuri in her arms.

Loid stood behind her, a hand under his chin and he thought about this new development. You with Yuri? …. This could be good or bad for him. Surely, Yuri would insist on moving to your apartment to be close to Yor. But a married life could lead for a good distraction… Loid was cautious on the whole but gave a warm smile and congratulations. He had to turn this to his advantage.

Anya…. Anya was confused. She knew the two of you were NEVER romantically together. Sure you might have gotten friendlier but… what happened to the plan to marry you to someone else? Why Yuri? Had you really become that desperate??? Her thoughts stayed with her as Yor continued her cooing.

‘OH, I KNEW YOU TWO HAD SOMETHING! Yuri, you were so adorable when you kept asking me questions about her! And I saw the way you looked at him, Y/N, and how interested you were in my stories!!! I knew it, I knew it!’ Yor let you both go. You nearly fell to the floor but Yuri caught you and you both slumped together as Yor continued her excited bouncing, heading to the kitchen.

‘THIS CALLS FOR A CELEBRATION! I’m making us a FEAST!!! Oh that’s right… I need to buy some stuff. STAY RIGHT THERE! I’ll be right back!’

‘I’ll go with you. We might as well do our entire grocery run today. You two can look after Anya, right?’ Loid wanted some more time to think about how to approach this. Also… he needed to make sure Yor wasn’t planning on making one of her ‘special dishes.’ You agreed to staying behind. Yuri crossed his arms but did the same. As soon as the married couple left, your new fiancé gave out a big sigh.

‘…. Yor took this way too well. Did she really think we liked each other?’

‘I know… it’s a little… off-putting to realize she always hoped we would do this. No offense but…’

‘No, same here. Eugh.’

‘… atleast we can use this to our advantage? No one suspects a thing!’

‘Yeah… I guess…’ You turned to look at him. He was still visibly pouting.

‘…. You’re sad Yor wasn’t upset.’

‘Shut up.’

You gave him a sympathetic look… which was replaced by shock as you noticed Anya’s…. peculiar face behind Yuri. Eyes squinted, mouth taught, the little girl oozed disapproval and pity. You panicked, wondering how much she heard.

‘Oh, Anya, haha! It’s been a while since we played any games, right? How about it? You get to choose!’

Anya would normally be delighted to play anything with you, you always made it easy for her to win and had the best reactions! But…

Anya’s gaze was fixed on Yuri, who felt her stare and glowered back. As usual, his violent thoughts were broadcasted but largely unneeded with how intense his face was.

‘Pipsqueak should keep quiet and behave if she knows what’s good for her.’

Anya sighed, much like Yuri had just minutes prior. She turned to you and patted your back.

‘Marriage… is so complicated…. I wish you luck.’

‘Huh? What? Anya?!’

There was no ceremony. You both agreed it was unnecessary. The prospect of making this sham public with a show like that… really put the two of you, who are such private people, off. All it amounted to was signing paperwork Yuri could make sure was processed properly himself, and the celebration food and gifts the Forger family kept insisting on giving them. You were content with it only being this… but Yuri still remembered your brothers.

As you both walked around your apartment, cleaning for his eventual move to your place… he offered to invite your family for a dinner. You responded almost automatically.

‘A dinner?! Now?? You… you haven’t even moved in yet! They’ll… they’ll know somethings up because there was no ceremony. My step- dad keeps up with the news, they’re going to know about the law! They’re going to be very judgmental of you for marrying me! They’ll think I tricked you… or that you’re a p-pervert, or… or…. They might not even-‘

‘Hey!’ Yuri was surprised by your strong reaction. He dropped what he was using to wipe at a wall to come and grab your shoulders. ‘Hey, hey, it was just a suggestion. Not for them, but for your brothers…’

He knew your home life was rough but… he was confident in his ability to deal with your parents. You shouldn’t worry.

‘I’ve dealt with people like your step-dad. By the time he leaves, he’ll be so impressed by me, he’ll be begging you to let your brothers visit.’

Yuri was being… cocky. His attitude allowed a smile to slip in your lips, but… your anxiety was still flaring. It’d been so long since you saw your parents… since you’ve gotten to cook for your brothers.

… you shakily gulped and nodded. ‘Okay. Okay…. I guess you ARE… the perfect son-in-law he could ask for.’

Yuri grinned, confidence boosted by your agreement. ‘Yeah! Take it from me, he’ll be eating out of my palm by the end of the night!’

Yuri was trained for persuasion.

The invitation had been sent. Your mother had agreed. The day had come and you were so… nervous. You wore a dress you kept for rare occasions. Yuri noticed your get up immediately and couldn’t keep his comments to himself.

‘So you DO own a nice dress! Had me fooled.’

‘… I haven’t worn this in three years. I didn’t think it’d still fit.’

To be honest… you weren’t sure if it did. It felt incredibly tight and you knew you’d be sore tomorrow. But you were already this far… With the food ready and dinner plates set, the guests were all that was missing. Your knees wobbled as you went to open the door when you heard them knock.

You were first greeted by the intimidating presence that was your past caretakers. Your step-father had more grey hairs, but still had the same hard eyes and scowl. Your mother was still clinging to his arm, trying hard to pretend she was oblivious to the tense atmosphere.

Your nerves hardened like steel, and you prepared yourself on instinct for the unpleasantness, but two heads half your size hit your stomach. Your brothers got in front of your parents, they could not wait any longer. They clung to your dress and swayed you from side to side as they yelled.

‘YOU LIAR!!!’

‘YOU TOLD US YOU WOULDN’T MARRY YURI!’

‘WE DON’T ACCEPT THIS!’

‘BEHAVE, you two! Let your sister go!’ Your mother’s harsh tone got the two boys to do as she said immediately. They still pouted, but stepped aside to let their mother walk up to you, arms outstretched.

‘Oh, Y/N!!! It’s been SOOOOO LONG! My darling!’

She swept her arms around you and gave you a smooch on your cheek. She lingered too long on your shoulder, humming as she looked at your new husband. You struggled not to push her off.

‘Woooow, Yuri, I presume? You’re as good looking as I’d hoped you’d be! I’m so proud of my daughter!’

Your mother let go of you and moved to Yuri, loudly admiring him. Yuri had on a polite smile. He was compliant and well-mannered as he responded to her every word. You held your breath as your mother asked for your step-father’s thoughts on the man.

‘Oh, look at that! He’s so respectable, isn’t he, darling? Surely, he’s a good man for our Y/N!’

‘A good man wouldn’t marry a woman like Y/N.’

The room got quiet fast. You nervously looked at your step-dad, then at Yuri. His smile didn’t falter.

‘I can assure you, I’m the best there is.’

‘… I doubt that.’

Tensions were flaring. You and your mom looked at each other. She clapped her hands and did what she was best at. Deflecting.

‘Well, where’s the food? We are starving!’

You had cooked plenty of food. You made your brother’s favorite, a chicken dish your mother used to make regularly for you, but your step-father disapproved of immensely.

For ‘the adults’, a beef dish and wine Yuri got from work. He bragged explained a business trip he had taken far away, and insisted your in-laws enjoy the fruit of his labors as an important government worker. Your mother flattered Yuri as she continued sipping on her glass. She talked enough for everyone, dominating the conversation with shallow pleasantries. Yuri was good at responding to her, passing as a charming and well-rounded man. You would be impressed any other day but… Your eyes kept flicking to your step-father, who ate but barely touched the wine. His face never changed expressions.

Finally, there was a lull in conversation, which Yuri took as a chance to do some work. He began talking about your step-father’s work. He is the head of the marketing department of a company selling beauty products. He presented himself as an admirer of his position and tried talking about marketing strategies. Praising the newest commercials, casually lying that you keep up with their products and bought their latest powder to wear for tonight. Your step-father took his first sip of the night.

‘Really? Y/N is still as unpresentable as always. Perhaps my products aren’t for people like her.’

Yuri’s smile slightly faltered, but he was quick to pick it up, still his tone dropped a bit. ‘Isn’t your company’s motto, every woman deserves class?’

‘There must be exceptions to every rule of course.’

Yuri narrowed his eyes, his brain itching. Your father was truly unwilling to bend and proving to be undeserving of anymore facade. What was it that made him so spiteful towards you specifically?

‘With all due respect, I fail completely to see anything worth criticism about your step-daughter. Is it because she wasn’t born here? Neither was your wife. What’s so different about the two?

Your step-father made a noise of indignation. ‘Your taste is truly the worst if you don’t know. Or maybe Y/N has simply tricked you into not realizing. I’ll be a good Samaritan and spell it out for you then. MY wife knows her place. She’s never once questioned or given me trouble. She learned to look the part she should and to shut her mouth on matters unbecoming of her. She’s become a respectable example of what people from her country can become. But that girl?’

He pointed straight at you. Unabashed disgust for your very existence.

‘Rude. Unwilling to conform. Unable to learn modesty. She tried my patience time and time again while she was under my roof. She is nothing like her mother, she lives just to spite her!’

‘D-Darling! That’s not true!’ Your mother tried touching your step-father’s shoulder but he slapped it away.

‘SHUT UP, SERENE, I’M LETTING HIM KNOW. Y/N was a menace, always fighting with her classmates and putting the blame on them, dirtying whatever pretty dresses her mother would buy for her, and hell, SHE WOULD ALWAYS YELL BACK AT ME WHENEVER I PUT HER IN HER PLACE. No respect for authority! No respect for her place in this country! Clinging to things from the country her mother fled from like these-‘

He pointed to the children’s chicken. They cowered from his hand.

‘Uncultured dishes! It’s like she doesn’t want to be here! Why did you marry her? You should’ve let her be deport-‘

There was a cracking sound as a chair flew from the table, and suddenly, your stepfather’s body was pulled right across the table, dishes spilling as his body was dragged by Yuri’s grip. His fist was taught with the man’s shirt collar, almost suffocating him. Yuri’s eyes were like pins. The entire family was speechless.

‘I work hard to protect this country. I do everything in my power to make it the best damn place to live in. To make it the safest. To make our people the best.’ His face turned to repulsion as he continued.

‘You are undeserving of the things our government provides you. You’re not worthy of your citizenship OR your status. I don’t work for people like you.’

He let go. Your step-dad fell harder still, barely catching himself from faceplanting the floor.

Nobody moved. No one knew what to do or say. You father took a bit to get off the table, he trembled but his eyes were vicious. He wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of anything. His wife was on him as soon as he stood, napkins on hand, wiping at his shirt. He shook her off.

‘Maybe I should send a strongly worded letter to your offices then. They should know the type of employee they have! You do not represent what this country is!!! Your values are not fit for your position over people.’

Yuri grimaced… but it turned into a smile.

‘You’re free to do as you please. I sure hope you’re ready for the letter you get back.’

‘… I will be.’ Confused, but still bitter, your father now turned to you with all his leftover malice.

‘Say goodbye to your brothers. You’re never seeing them again.’

Your heart sank and your tears began waterfalling. Your worst fears solidified. Your mother got up and couldn’t even turn to you. She looked at the floor and took her boys’ hands, leading them to the door. They kept glancing at you with tears in their eyes, afraid. You still stared at the door when she closed it.

Yuri let out a sigh and raked his hand over his hair. ‘That man is a piece of work. His concerns were…’ Yuri remembered his coworkers. His job. He understood the things your father was concerned were…. Or should BE…. Validated but…

Your sobbing broke him from his thoughts. His eyes widened and he realized too late. You had just been told tonight was a failure.

‘Wait… Y/N, it’s ok-‘

‘Ok?’ You turned to him, trembling slightly. ‘It’s ok? I told you I didn’t want this dinner, but you convinced me! You told me this could be my chance to see my brothers more! I hate that man, but I still put on a dress to keep things peaceful! And you!!!’ You were so mad. You pushed him into the wall behind him. It actually made him stumble from surprise at your rage. You placed a finger on his chest, accentuating your points.

‘YOU. Engaged him! YOU! INSULTED HIM!!! Now he’s never going to let me NEAR Kris and Charles!!’

Your anger had dissipated. Just remembering their faces had you back to sobbing. Yuri was still dumbfounded by your reaction. He had messed up. He had assured you he wouldn’t… and he failed. He felt uncomfortable seeing you cry. How can he comfort you? What can he do? He thought about Yor, what she’d do to make him feel better, and… He steeled himself as he wrapped his arms around you. He was tense, but careful. The contact made you momentarily stop your cries.

‘Yuri?!’

‘… I can fix it.’

You looked up at him, tears still streaming. He couldn’t look at you, embarrassed by your staring, he moved you away from his embrace, but kept his hands on your arms.

‘Give me three days. I promise you. You’ll see your brothers as often as you want.’

The reassured tone. What was it about him that kept making you want to trust in it? In him? You stopped crying, wiping your face. What’s done is done. If Yuri says he can fix it… you’ll just have to see. It’s not like it can get worse.

‘Alright. But I’m still mad at you.’

‘…………….. that’s fine.’ Yuri moved his hands away to cross them over his chest. He got enough courage to look at you properly again. He was relieved, seeing you the slightest bit better. He was still unexpectedly… feeling apologetic. So he moved to the table and began gathering the dishes.

‘I can clean.’ It’s what he used to do to help Yor out all the time. IT felt somewhat familiar. ‘You should grab some of the dessert you made and sit on the couch. I can do this for you.’

You were honestly surprised by the sudden shift in Yuri’s personality. Your chest felt warm having someone care for you like this. You tightened your lips, suppressing the emotion and moved to help him.

‘That’s alright. You can wash and I can dry them. We can eat together when we’re done.’

True to his word this time, you opened your mail to find a letter from your father, unexpectedly. He was… uncharacteristically urging you to come and take the boys out for ice cream that Sunday. He’d even give you the money for your trip.

… what kind of magic is this? You walked back to your home in adaze. Yuri was moving the last of his boxes to his room. You would sleep separately, of course. He took one look at you and smiled.

‘Good news?’

‘… what did you do?’

Yuri turned away, trying hard to hide the smirk that was coming on his face. He was doing a poor job. It gave you chills to hear him say,

‘I have some very good friends that can make any man of his status see reason.’

It was easy. There was already a file on the beauty product company’s conspiracies, failed products, mass trash dumping, shady business deals. For the sake of peace, there’s been a rocky relationship between the head of the company and his boss. Having someone complain about his favorite puppy, Yuri… was of course unacceptable.

Yuri’s smile fell from his face and he continued what he was doing like nothing had happened. ‘By the way, since everything is good now, how about treating me? I didn’t get to try that chicken you gave your brothers…’

You clutched your letter and really looked at Yuri as he walked into his room. You were beginning to realize… he may be more influential than you thought. More important. How did you get to be the wife of someone like that?

‘Uh… yeah. I still have the ingredients…’

‘Great! And we still have the wine, too! Maybe what happened that night was for the better.’

Same, cocky Yuri. You grimaced as you passed his door to go to yours.

‘I wouldn’t go that far. You still messed up.’

‘One day you’ll thank me. I finally put your step-dad in his place! I know you enjoyed it a little.’

You put away the letter in a drawer. You would save it. Your smile was genuine and this time, you let the warmth from before stay. You were Yuri’s wife now. You were partners in crime.

‘Yeah. I wish I could’ve given him a punch.’

Unbeknownst to you, Yuri had come inside your room, newly excited and now laughing. ‘Then, how about you forgive me, and I’ll let you get a good one in if he ever tries something again. Deal?’

You laughed back, getting up and shoving him slightly out of the way.

‘You’re so violent! …. Deal.’

The mood was good as you had your dinner, ate, and watched a bit of television together. Neither of you could have suspected that Yuri’s plan had brought a new problem.

Yuri forgot to tell his boss he was married at all.

Yuri's boss looked deep into the events that led up to this. Out of nowhere, Yuri has found a wife. A wife that was an immigrant. Someone who would have been deported just a few days after their marriage.

He is getting suspicious about his puppy growing soft and 'helping the enemy.' After all, he was his studious, sadistic student who previously only cared about his sister and the government. He just so happened to fall in love with an immigrant? Unheard of!

He begins putting pressure on Yuri, stopping him one day to bring him to his office. There, he congratulates Yuri and… Yuri immediately tenses. He realized he had overlooked his work getting involved. Fuck. He was prepared for suspicion. Instead, his boss invites Yuri and his wife to dinner with his family. He wants to congratulate them since he didn't get to go to their wedding.

Yuri can recognize his tone. Even though it posed as friendly, the underlying intent was clear. He wanted proof that this marriage was legitimate. Yuri cheerfully agreed and said that his wife would be delighted to know more about him.

So, the interrogation would come later. Yuri had time to prepare.

Yuri had Yor dress you up for it, something even you had to bite your tongue and agree on. This was serious. Yor was elated that her brother was taking your debut to his boss so serious! She cried as she agreed to pick out clothes for you. She promised she’d make you beautiful! Yuri could only look at you with doubt as he pushed you towards her. He had to go to his tailor to repair a suit.

The whole day spent with you, Yor, and Anya out and about. Anya was enthralled by the lessons Yor was teaching the both of you on fashion; what would help you stand out, what would help you blend in, how to properly cut a skirt if you ever had to run for your life. It was fascinating, and it began making you see Yor in a new light. Your respect for her grew tenfold.

Your day didn’t end with just clothes-shopping. You were brought back to Yor’s home to let her do your hair and make up. Loid was home, and offered to make snacks. Upon catching him up on the stakes of this make over, Loid very calmly walking into Yor’s bedroom the guestroom where Yor was helping you to begin giving you advice. Despite his calm tone and pleasant smile, it felt like he was grilling you, telling you all about proper manners you should remember, possible conversation topics, and, as a last ditch effort, an excuse to give if you had to get up from the table. By the time everything was over, you felt like a new person. An exhausted person. You were dreading the next hours of your life.

Nevertheless, there was a knock on the door. Loid opened the door.

When Yuri saw you, he was... impressed. Your slouching could still use work, but you looked like you were more poised. Not to mention, his sister worked wonders with making you conventionally pretty. HE gladly thanked his sister and you were on your way. You personally couldn’t help feeling like this ‘new you’ made you look more like your mom. More like the woman your step-father wanted you to be. It made your skin crawl. You stumbled a bit with your walk, making Yuri turn around. He asked if you were okay. You told him what you were thinking.

Yuri snorted. ‘That was the point! You’re playing a role. We both know this isn’t you, but it’s what will help us keep you safe. It’s only for one dinner.’

He looked back at you, trying a joking smile. ‘Don’t be like me and blow it.’

… You sucked it up and gave your all in your greeting when the wife of his boss opened her door.

Everything was actually going smoothly. The topics Loid had quizzed you with were coming in incredibly handy… enough to make you question his foresight. Every delighted answer and quaint movement of your hand added a tally to your score. It was a miracle the chief's wife was immediately endeared to you... uncomfortably so.

It felt a bit… jarring sometimes, the way she spoke about you. She praised you like a child, impressed by the manners you showed and the topics you knew about. She spoke so flagrantly, gleefully, telling her husband that you were clearly a proper member of society! The type the government surely made that rule for!

The chief... was not convinced.

The whole dinner was being misread by Yuri. He had let himself somewhat relax as all attention was on you, and you were doing fine. There were times when he’d jump in, but everything was going well. He didn’t consider that his boss wasn't looking at you for any mistake; his eyes had stayed solely on him.

And it picked up on his never once having touched you, even as you almost tripped getting up to go to the restroom. He did not believe in your marriage.

He's had enough by the time you come back. After staying quiet most of the dinner, he very forcefully uses his wife bringing up the subject to talk about it. How he fears that it could have led to some hasty get-togethers that would prove fruitless.

He picks up his glass and goes further to explain his views on marriages of convenience. They sicken him. There’s no use keeping someone around that shouldn’t be here. IF they are unwanted, they are not needed in this country. These are just facts. He glances at Yuri and smiles. He’s glad his protege is smarter than those who fall for outsiders that trick them. It’s clear that his wife is proper. He picked a good one.

But… just to ease his old mind better. He wishes to see the couple kiss. The wife goes along eagerly, thinking it cute. Yuri is sweating bullets, the irony not lost on him. This is what he had forced on his sister. Panic enveloped him, pierced by his boss’s stare. What was he to do now? He really didn’t want to, he’d never-

All thoughts slipped past his mind as you grabbed his hand. He recoiled on instinct, but it was stopped as your other hand cupped his face and traced his jaw. What was happening?

'What do you say, my darling?'

Your eyes were soft, and your smile looked genuine. It was a sight he hadn't seen before. He stared like a fish as you continued to egg him on. You caressed his cheek, it exploded with color but he didn’t move away as you placed it firmly there.

'I hope you don't mind if I lead today.' A spark in your eye made his stomach flutter and he had to stutter a response of confusion.

'Eh? Eh?? N-No-!'

His first kiss. It would be his first if he let this happen. He couldn’t! He shouldn’t!!! It wasn’t part of the deal! But-

You closed in fast. His eyes zeroed in on your parting lips before he closed them and took in a shaky breath. This was happening... He was letting this happen??! He felt a pressure against his lips that gave him a jolt-

... wait. It didn’t feel like another pair of lips...

He didn’t open his eyes until you let go of him. The mischief in your grin solidified his theory. You faked it.

His boss and his wife were speechless. There were no more complaints. In fact, his boss now saw what potentially drew his student to this woman. She had seemed docile and sweet, but the hunger as she jumped at the chance to kiss him, even in front of strangers?

... Yuri needed someone like that.

The boss's wife you off with left-overs and a promise to invite you to another dinner in the future. Yuri was still left with half a mind over the ordeal, so you took over the goodbyes. You carried the dishes given as you both walked out of their property. The sun was setting, it'd be a long walk home, and Yuri was not getting out of his daze. You shuffled your load to free a hand and tugged on his jacket. He jumped like a startled cat and screamed defensively.

'WHAT? WHAT NOW? STOP TOUCHING ME!'

You'd nearly dropped the food as he waved his arms around, but you caught it in time. With the look you gave him, Yuri finally calmed down. He was still being an ass, though.

'... you did that way too... naturally. You've done that before, right?' Yuri's brain was wrecked as he tried recalling if you had any previous relationships. All his data had pointed to no, but you must have!!

You shrugged. 'I told you I've never had a lover before. But... I did end up helping to clean an acting studio. There was a demonstration on how to fake kiss once.' You laugh at the memory. 'I remember being fascinated. How funny that it’d come in handy!' You give him a wink and you stick out your tongue cheekily.

'It's all about the tilt. You have to hide it.'

Yuri's face still echoed a bit of redness, but he had to admit he was impressed. He grumbled with himself, letting just a bit of it show.

'..... you did good today.'

It made you stop. 'Huh?'

‘I won’t repeat myself!’

‘What? Nooooo, come on, if you’re going to praise me, please continue! See how I took over to make sure we didn’t fail? I saved the day! Unlike you-‘

Yuri took the opportunity of your rambling to take the dishes from you and started to walk faster. 'Yeah, whatever, let's go home already. I bet Yor would like some of this ham.'

You were immediately snapped from your stupor. 'Wait? No! That's mine!! COME ON, YURI, THAT’S THE ONLY THING THAT GOT ME THROUGH THE CONVERSATION!' You follow him as best you could but the bastard was faster and unrelenting.

In the end, Anya ate all the ham and went into a food coma.

It was a week after the social battle with Yuri’s boss. Everything had finally been cooling down as you and Yuri fell to a new routine as ‘newlyweds.’ Though you were in charge of most of the cleaning and cooking, Yuri wasn’t opposed to helping out to do something everyday. He was a good roommate, not messy or nitpicky. Life was peaceful.

The icing on the cake came one day as you went to turn in your latest art to your work’s office. The boss pulled you aside and told you, halfheartedly-

Your comic strips have won the recent poll for most popular Sunday strips! You are ecstatic as you walk out of the building. Blinded by your joy, your first instinct was to call Yuri’s work to tell him. As the source of your latest inspiration, he had to know!

Yuri was in the middle of an intense interrogation. His victim, nose bloodied, teeth missing, kept pleading for mercy. He swore he didn’t know anything. Yuri’s eyes narrowed and he gave a sly smile. It’s fine, the man can take his time.

Yuri pulled a new tool of torture. ‘I’ve got all day to help you ‘remember-‘

‘Sir, we need you for something.’

‘…. I’ll be back. I hope you’re more talkative by then.’

He was told that you were calling him as soon as he was out of the door. He wondered what would make you interrupt his work; he’s warned you multiple times about using this line! You were not allowed to do so unless it was important! He was slightly miffed as he got the phone from the receptionist.

It immediately changed to bewilderment. Then cheer.

You’re the most popular?! Your workplace has conceded and will be paying you more for your strips?! You’re finally getting the recognition you deserve!! Yuri is so proud!!!

When you ask him how long he’ll be ‘in his office’ that day… because you wanted to treat him to dinner for all his support, Yuri’s heart skipped a beat. He faced away from the receptionist, suddenly very aware that he was being watched. The cord prevented his privacy.

‘You dummy… this is YOUR victory.’

‘Yeah, but I want to celebrate with you… you’ve done so much for me, Yuri!’

Aughh how can he pass this up? His scowl is contrasted with his burning cheeks and he tells you he’ll try to finish soon. They should get dinner at around 7. You agree and tell him you can’t wait! Yuri hangs up and has to control his face as he steps away, but his coworkers can tell he’s in a good mood now. They tease him as he passes them by.

When he returns to his interrogation, he lets his face slip back into a smile. A genuine one. It confuses the victim.

‘Change of plans… it looks like you’re on a timer for your life.’ Yuri leaves the small tool he previously had for a bigger one. A scarier one.

‘I only need you to keep one hand… which one do you write with?’

You both made it to your reservation separately. You were first to arrive and were seated immediately. It wasn’t a fancy place, but you’d heard it had good food and good staff. When the waiter came to get you a drink, you’d realized part of it was true.

The waiter immediately recognized you like you did him. You went to school together.

Yuri walked in on the two of you deep in a discussion. His initial smile was immediately replaced by his usual frown. He sat down as loudly as possible, letting the chair scrape, and his briefcase hit the floor as he sat. His presence cut the conversation short. But it didn’t deter the waiter, who with a smile, asked.

‘Oh, this is your husband?’

Being called that… it brought Yuri back from his black cloud. Your response made his eyes widen too.

‘The one and only. My darling.’

.. all previous emotions were now forfeit. Yuri was flabbergasted, looking from you to the waiter. He nervously coughed, trying hard to get into his role.

Your husband.

Your darling.

‘Yes… hello.’

‘Heh,’ The man grinned. ‘He’s shy?’

‘Pfffttt, not at all!’

The two talked a little more before the waiter finally took their orders and left. Yuri was still feeling a little put off, so he tried remedying it by talking about your strips. He congratulated you again, praising you. You were delighted by the support. You reciprocated quickly, reminding him that none of this would have been possible without his involvement. In true Yuri fashion, he accepted the credit and began flaunting it a bit, teasingly wondering to himself if maybe he should be the one the raise goes to. You playfully gave him a smile and reminded him of his horrendous attempts at art. He said those didn’t count, but you both laughed. Just in time for your food to come.

… unfortunately, that seemed to be the only time you two had gotten without being interrupted. The waiter kept popping his head, chatting you up, taking your attention away to reminisce and to talk about the good days.

Yuri kept trying to butt in. He’d remind the waiter of his job. He assured him the boss let him slack off once in a while. Yuri tried sending him to get him more tableware. He was always quick to come with a smile and a new story for you. Yuri was exasperated and it was like you didn’t notice. You were too busy focusing on him instead of what this dinner was supposed to be. Even when he finally left to attend to other customers, you brought up a bit of your history with him to fill in the gaps.

You told Yuri about how he used to be very popular because he was the best-looking and friendliest guy. Yuri scoffed, commenting that he may be friendly but he’s lost his looks. You tell Yuri there’s nothing wrong with the way he looks now. He looks great! He may have gained some weight but he was still as bright and warm as ever, with new thicker arms to boost. Your compliments only made Yuri stew more.

This time, when he came back, the conversation took an unexpected turn. He had forgotten to tell you he’d gotten married. Yuri almost choked, but managed to save himself smoothly. He was taken! You were taken! That was the end of that, right?

He looked at your face as your old friend chattered about his lovely wife. Your smile was genuine at first as you listened to him go on and on. It… disappeared as soon as he said her name.

‘You remember Veronica? She was always so sweet. I’m so lucky she gave me a chance!’

‘Oh… yeah haha… I’m so glad for you!’

Yuri knew there was something with this wife of his. He didn’t like that the man didn’t notice how uncomfortable you were at all. He didn’t like that you were just letting him continue. Yuri put his foot down.

‘Excuse me.’

You both turned to look at Yuri. His glare was on full effect and aimed straight at your friend.

‘I came here to congratulate my wife and you have been taking up all of her time. Can you please excuse yourself from this table until we are ready for the check?’

‘Oh…. Uh… yeah…. I’m sorry….’

The man got up and left, finally leaving you two alone. There was a bit of silence as he looked you over. He asked you straight up what was up with ‘Veronica.’

You were a bit startled, realizing that Yuri was paying attention to your talks… but you smiled. You shouldn’t be. He’s always paying attention to you. You shakily laughed and sucked in a breath.

‘Remember my dad’s complaints about me starting fights and messing up my mom’s dresses?’

Yuri’s brain ticked with the memory. His frown deepened. ‘Yeah?’

‘Veronica really loved bullying me.’

‘Hmm.’

Yuri got closer, invested in the new anger welling inside of him. ‘And here this guy’s talking about how sweet she was as a kid. How come he doesn’t know?’

You had nowhere to hide from Yuri’s stare. You clutched your sides as you explained. ‘He… has always been detached from things. He was the popular and friendly boy. Veronica didn’t want him seeing her in that light and he… never had any reason to suspect anything.’

‘Well that’s dumb.’ Yuri slammed a hand on the table, glowering. ‘How can someone be so blind for so long? He probably knew but just didn’t want to get involved! And now he’s married to a woman like her!’

‘Yeah…’ You sighed and stared at your food. ‘I guess that’s just love. It makes you not want to see the person’s flaws…’

… Your tone. Your defense of the man. Your smiles and eagerness to give him your attention. Yuri’s brain clicked. He got up and threw much more money than was necessary on the table.

‘We’re leaving.’

‘What?’

He came around to your side and took your hand.

‘Come on.’

‘Yuri??’

You were out the door before you could tell your old friend goodbye. Not that you wanted to… it was actually preferable to stumble after Yuri under the streetlights. This was familiar by now.

‘You liked him.’ Your mind stopped but Yuri didn’t. He kept walking and talking.

‘You liked that jerk! And you still do?!’ He finally let you go, turning around to confront you. ‘Don’t try to deny it! We both know there’s only one reason you would laugh at jokes as bad as his! Really?? Him??’

Yuri was acting way out of line, his face warped and his movements exaggerated. Your cheeks reddened, having been caught, you were furious as you tried to explain yourself.

‘He was the only guy that was nice to me! Of course anyone would fall for that!’

This put a pause on Yuri. You continued. ‘Nobody liked me. Everyone either left me alone or picked on me. Veronica had them all convinced that I was a violent girl… and he was the only one that kept talking to me like I was normal.’ You hugged yourself, a bitter smile on your face.

‘I always thought… he must just be naïve. He never asked me about the fights or about my life. But it didn’t matter anyways. The conversations were mostly always about him anyways. You were right.’

You shrugged.

‘He’s always been a jerk.’

Yuri took only a bit to process this. He crossed his arms, and nodded to himself. ‘Yeah, I was right. But… don’t be too hard on yourself. It’s like you said. When you love someone… you’re blind to the bad stuff.’

You laughed and decided to keep walking. He followed right beside you.

‘What about you? Have you ever been in love?’

Yuri blinked. He could only ever think about his sister. She was his world. Admitting this now… felt silly. It’s how the two of you were introduced. You already knew how he viewed his siter and you still asked. That meant you were just making sure if there were any others. He shook his head.

‘I never cared. And I never will.’

You laughed again at his serious tone. ‘Oh come on, dream a little! I’m sure there’s someone out there who would love your eccentricities!’

Yuri looked at you strangely. ‘Have you forgotten we’re married? There is no ‘someone’ as an option anymore.’

You furrowed your brows and took the information in. That… felt wrong. You stopped again, mulling it over.

‘This… this only has to be temporary, Yuri. It’s okay if you fall in love with someone. We can work out a divorce-‘

‘What? No! don’t be fucking stupid, Y/N. After all the trouble we’ve gone through.’

Yuri was back to being riled up. You were spewing nonsense now out of nowhere! ‘There is going to be no divorce in our future, not unless YOU find someone! Stop worrying about my love life, it’s never going to happen! We agreed to this!’

‘No we didn’t!’ You insisted. This wasn’t what you wanted. Yuri was young, good looking, and a good man. He deserved to be happy…

Your eyes showed how seriously you chose your words. ‘I can’t ask you to sacrifice your life for me like that. You’ve already done so much for me, Yuri. Please. If you meet someone you want to-‘

‘FUCK!’

Yuri’s patience finally wore thin. He took you by the arm, yanked it, and knocked heads with you, stopping your sentence. You immediately shielded your now throbbing head.

‘OW!?!?’

‘SHUT UP!’

‘WHAT THE HELL!!!!’

‘SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!’

His hands moved to hold you face firmly, cheeks squishing. You could only look on in bewilderment as he continued his tirade.

‘YOU AREN’T ASKING ME TO DO THIS!!! YOU NEVER EVEN CHOSE ME, REMEMBER??? IT WAS ME!!! I DECIDED TO MARRY YOU! I DECIDE WHEN TO GO. AND I SAY, UNTIL THE DAY YOU FIND SOMEONE BETTER…’

He stopped when he felt your breath on his face. He… hadn’t realized he was so close. You were locked in a stare, to which he immediately let you go. He tried regaining his composure as he continued.

‘You…. You’re stuck with me, ok?! We’re in this together!!!’

You didn’t know how to process what you were told. Maybe the hit to the head was part of the problem. All you could do was give him a dazed nod, unable to notice the heat left over on your cheeks. Yuri was all too conscious to his, though, and he turned away from you quickly.

‘Never bring that up again… good gracious as if I’d leave you like that. I am committed to every decision I make, Y/N! Never forget that.’

‘Yeah…’ Your mind was finally clearing, you touched your head again. Despite the pain, you smiled. ‘… you’re a really good man.’

Yuri’s shoulders shook. He had the urge to hit you again… but he refrained.

‘Yeah? Way better than that loser at the restaurant?’

‘Pfft. Yeah. You’re genuine with your kindness. Men like him don’t stand a chance against you.’ Your eyes. They were soft again. It made Yuri lose his breath.

‘Y-Yeah. Whatever. You can keep telling me how amazing I am at home.’

The walk was uneventful, but nice. Halfway home, Yuri asked about your head, but by then the pain had mostly gone. He hadn’t hit you hard, it was mostly the shock, you assured him. Still… he risked his pride by petting your head. You looked at him with such confusion that he immediately rectified this by telling you that he’d hit you once more if you questioned his conduct again. That night served to calm a bit more of your anxiety over this marriage…

And it firmly cemented your want to never piss-off Yuri again.

You woke up with a bruise that made you cancel plans with Yor the next day.

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