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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ : Beast dazai ᡣ𐭩 Reader : ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

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" darling? What’s bothering you tonight? " you say as you watch your lover from the doorframe of his office - he was looking through the windows, there was an air of melancholy that hung through like a thick fog, you couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was though so you just assumed he was being melodramatic.

" hmm? - ah, it’s just you. " dazai spoke solemnly, although he never did turn around. He just kept staring, into nothing - maybe a few clouds but there was nothing particularly interesting out there either, just a few cars and a couples of buildings.

you had a little bag with you - you were waiting to surprise him, you were smiling and everything . . . Yet he wouldn’t look at you, he just looked outside. Usually he was all over you but today he seemed like he wanted to be alone. you sat the bag on his desk, about to leave him for a moment - you hoped he would open it whenever he sat down out of curiosity.

" darling? Is something wrong? . . . I can come in later if you wish - there is a surprise at your desk waiting . . . " you said, he didn’t answer yet either - it perplexed you at the time . . . you felt like he was about to say something - but then he paused and just nodded his head.

" . . . I’ll open it later . . . " he said, he didn’t wish to scare you - and he didn’t wish to scare you or make you cry . . . or that you would stop him. so he never said a word, he did want to leave you with one last thought before he fell from grace.

you didn’t understand any of this at the time, you were completely and utterly unaware - unaware of the signs and the consequences of being so blissfully blind of them. now you knew though - all too well even.

" (y/n)? honey? are you still there? " he called out, he was always one for flowery words and lovey - dovies, but he wished to outdo himself . . . one last time, like a promise at his lips with one mission - a mission you wouldn’t know of until late that night - as he took one deep breath he turned around, he had a gentle smile on his face - usually he wasn’t so quiet, playing pranks or just teasing you.

Before you could even ask what in the world he was being so quiet about - you saw him move from the window, sweeping you off your feet as you gasped in surprise. his hand supporting you at the small of your back as he holds you against him - dipping you as his lips met yours, he held you and supported you in his bandaged arms. pulling away breathlessly as he cupped your face.

“ if i had to choose between being with you and ever seeing the daylight ever again . . . I would stay by your side, knowing that everytime im with you the sun shines through the darkness of the night and into my heart. No matter how cold it is . . . i love you more than i love the entire world darling, I could never see myself with another who isnt you - they could simply never shine as bright nor could they ever make me as soft as you have seemed to. I would tear down the entire port mafia down with my bare hands if it meant anything at all to you, i love you more than it should be possible to love, more beautiful and brilliant than any poet or philosopher has written, more tender and loyal than any knight or soldier, more precious than any jewel . . . The thing about my love for you, is that it's like a painting. . . the words I use can never describe all of the colors that my heart paints for you."

your breath was caught in your throat, you didnt even know what to say to that - he had that way of making you breathless but when you tried to reply he just shushed you.

" shhhh . . . sh . . . shhh . . . Lovely, i have a meeting with the slug soon, i really need to take a few minutes to compose myself for how mean he’s going to be! He’s going to yell at me the whole time like a disobedient dog, it will be rather unpleasant for you to witness - you need to go back to work . . . i’ll check out the gift in a moment, okay? " he pressed a finger to your lips and lead you out the door.

you really didn’t want to leave - you wanted to see his reaction to the gift he would receive, the little gift bag held something so so precious- something he would have to care about. it was a positive pregnancy test, two lines of truth. - but you didn’t want to press his boundaries when he needed this much alone time . . . So you left, expecting a call from his work phone relatively soon.

but it never did come.

It was late when Atsushi had called you, it wasn’t entirely uncommon that Dazai would usually have to stay around late for unexpected meetings, but there was something different about this call - you had been on edge all night, you thought it was just jitters at the moment because of the anticipation of his call and hearing his voice coo about the very tiny bundle in your stomach. not even the size of a jellybean right now.

you had picked up the phone in a hurry - expecting to hear Dazais voice . . . only to be greeted with another.

" miss (y/n)? . . . I’m so, so sorry . . . " you heard the young man’s voice speak in a cracked voice and you didn’t even have the time to ask what in heavens name he would be sorry about when he started to sob. he explained everything, no matter how hard it was to hear and how hard it was to say. He explained the fall, the motive and he explained that chuuya would be the new mafia boss - and then he asked you to help clean out Dazai office and everything belonging in it. keep the trinkets you wanted, same with the last boss . . . and the one before.

you dropped the phone to the floor when he said Dazai was dead - the screen cracked but it wasn’t as broken as your heart right now. You almost fell too, knees weak and you had to stabilize yourself on the countertop as you felt like the whole world came crashing down.

" - I . . . I’ll be there, I-i . . . you sobbed and cried, it all felt so gut wrenching and it almost felt like some sick joke. But you knew, deep within your soul you just knew it wasn’t.

" miss (y/n) . . . I can ask chuuya to help you carry things - I did a little bit of snooping in his office after . . . I’m so sorry, I could never imagine . . . " the white haired man would speak quietly though the phone, you blamed him for your lovers death almost . . . You knew it wasn’t right - it didn’t even feel right, but you needed something to blame . . . Maybe yourself. If you noticed before - you would have begged him to stay. maybe he would have stayed. No, now you know why he didn’t. He didn’t want to stay - obviously. so he didn’t want you to waist your breath on it.

you hung up the phone - not wishing for anyone to hear you cry . . . but you heard the knock at the door twenty minutes later - you composed yourself, collected yourself so you would look strong when you felt so hopeless and alone . . . the earth itself felt as if it were breaking with your heart and the sky rained as if heaven mourned as well.

you opened the door to see the slug — erm, I mean Dazais dog — uhmmm . . . Chuuya at the door, he looked fairly composed and he had a box with everything in dazais office in it - it wasn’t a lot, he was never much for keepsake. Most of it just a few rolls of bandages with a framed picture of him and chuuya and the two of you together . . . and . . . His scarf, the bag with the test - and a waxed letter.

" . . . " chuuya said nothing as he sat the box by the doorway, processing to fiddle with the edge of his suit, fingers fidgeting against the nice stitching that embroidered the edges - it was awkward . . . More than that it was lonely - Chuuya was lovely, sure but you would trade everything for him to just say surprise and for it all to be a joke. . . It wasn’t, though. . .

tears dripping as you picked up dazais scarf, the black coat folded neatly underneath. Crying into his scarf as chuuya gave you an awkward hug . . . He didn’t know what to say, nobody did - it was all so . . . fast.

" tha - thank you for bringing me his things - i need so-some alone time now . . . " you choked on sobs as chuuya nodded and said his goodbyes, walking out. Leaving you to lay against the door with a sob as you cradled to scarf against your face, you cried and sobbed . . . You couldn’t even bring yourself to open the wax sealed letter, yet.

you stayed like that until dawn, you basically had to force yourself to crawl into bed, using his jacket and scarf as a blanket - the smell of the whiskey and his musky cologne were all that remained of him, well . . . That and the creation of your love in your tummy - it was a bit of both of you, it took two to tango and it was the only thing now you had left to cling to him. Even if it would be hard or painful, the baby was hardly even anything yet, just a clump of cells and it didn’t even have a heartbeat yet . . . You knew it was pathetic. But you were attached, it would be a baby soon if you kept it, maybe if you were lucky it would be smart like your osamu, so you decided to keep it.

The wax letter was still on your nightstand . . . you brought it over to yourself, wiping your tears as you carefully undid the wax, hoping to preserve it . . . reading a letter from a dead man is strange - you know you can never write back, and yet you never wish to write anything else. It’s even stranger when it’s the love of your life. never another kiss, a hug, a little wink when you both know a secret between the two of you, never another night of cuddles and comfort within each others embrace . . . never another ‘I love you’ . .

you opened your eyes once more, sitting up and turning on your phones flash to read everything - memorize every detail, every comma every swirl in his cursive and every sentence.

` my dearest and most beautiful love, `

how am I to ever start this letter? How am I to even go about this? I would like to start off with one thing at a time - just to unpack everything, I hope that’s enough to ask. I know it feels like nothing will ever be okay again, but it can and it will. I know you might even be angry at me, I would be too. I wish I could have stayed longer - in truth your the only one who could have ever made me wish to be alive, your the only one I would have lived for. And I love you more than anything, do realise that. But this is one of the only universes where oda is alive - I believe i told you this, no? - In order to keep it that way I need to martyr myself. I know it seems like the words I said of love are cruel and maybe even tasteless by now, but never doubt that they are true. I do love you and even beyond the grave I will continue to. I saw the test, love - I’m sorry I didn’t call but if I did it would have held me back. I would have wanted to stay, I would have wanted to stay with you if I held you in that hell - sent office for a moment longer. And I know you may or may not decide to keep it and I know I don’t deserve it - but if it’s a girl . . I really like the name Tomie, Tomie Dazai has a nice ring to it if you decide to use my last name - Will you do that for me?. know it will be hard being alone for now - I sent chuuya to look out for you, he’s a tad clueless when it comes to you but he’s fairly intelligent and I’m sure he will figure it out quickly. — maybe in another life, my love. Maybe we could have had it another way where it would be me and you. `

` —sending all my heart and then some more , your osamu.`

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insubordination // narumi gen

tw ⇢ dub-con, lieutenant!reader, strong sexual tension, degradation/name calling, dirty talk, dry humping, nipple play, making out, power imbalance, pet names, groping, blowjob, breeding kink, creampie, squirting, slight exhibitionism but nobody actually sees anything, fingering, face fucking

wc ⇢ 4.3k

"Staring a little hard there, aren't we Captain?"

Gen's lips curved in a predatory smirk at your taunting lilt. His smoldering gaze didn't waver an inch from where it locked onto the swell of your breasts straining against the top half of your combat suit.

"Well, can you blame a guy for admiring the view?" he rumbled without a shred of shame, lazily prowling a circle around you. "Especially when my insolent little underling insists on parading those around so shamelessly..."

You bristled at his blatant insinuation, crossing your arms over your chest reflexively despite the way it accentuated your cleavage even more obscenely. Gen's blown pupils tracked the motion with raptor-like focus, tongue darting out to wet his full lips slowly.

"I'll thank you to stop eyeing me like a piece of meat, Captain Narumi," you bit out, even as heat flooded your cheeks.

Rather than looking chastised, your captain let loose a dark chuckle that seemed to reverberate against your skin in wicked promise. He came to a stop directly in your line of sight again, hips canting just enough for the material of his suit to stretch taut over the impressive bulge swiftly tenting there.

"And just how would you prefer me to look at you, sweetheart?" Gen purred, voice dripping simmering sin as he palmed himself openly. "Like someone who's been tormenting over the thought of you unwinding that stick up your ass for years? Desperate to finally get my mouth and hands all over those perfect fucking tits until you're completely ruined?"

An involuntary whimper rattled up from your constricted throat at his filthy confession. Despite yourself, you found your gaze zeroing in on the lewd glide of his palm dragging up the rigid shape of his concealed cock as if mesmerized.

Before you could summon any shred of wherewithal to protest, Gen rolled his hips upwards to meet his stroking hand in one salacious grind that utterly robbed you of breath. His blown pupils tracked your reaction with laser focus, that same arrogant smirk only widening across his handsome features.

"See something you like, babe?" he taunted in a velvety rumble. "Because I can promise the reality is even better than whatever dirty little fantasies you've been entertaining alone at night..."

With a sinuous roll of his shoulders, Gen shucked his jacket off in one smooth motion - every honey-toned ridge of chiseled muscle flexing in visceral definition. You couldn't tear your traitorous stare away even if ordered to at gunpoint. Not when it felt like he was searing every lush, feminine curve and dip with that piercing scarlet glower alone.

"It must get so hard having to sit through those meetings all wound up like this," he growled gutturally, running that greedy, assessing gaze over your rigid posture in dark approval. "Struggling to keep it together while imagining how my thick cock might feel stuffing that sweet little mouth of yours to the hilt..."

Your mewl of protest only seemed to embolden him further. Zipper pulled down to better display the taut, sculpted planes of his abdomen as he stalked in a prowling circle. Gen came up behind you like a panther finally closing in for the kill, plastering his scorching frame all along your backside with insistent pressure.

"Or maybe wondering how easily those pretty tits would spill over my palms," he husked directly into your ear, nosing aside the disheveled curtain of your hair. "So heavy and ripe for sucking while I split you apart on this thick dick...?"

His rough palm found the generous swell of one breast without preamble, squeezing and palming the ample weight with carnal appreciation as you jolted in his confining clutches. Gen wasted no time rolling your hardened nipple between calloused fingers in tight, pinching spirals that had you hastening to stifle a throaty wail of rapture.

"Is this how you want me admiring the view, lieutenant?" he growled against your nape, dragging a searing path of bruising suction down the column of your straining throat. "Or should we take this back to your quarters so I can give you the long, hard look over you've been aching for..."

With a merciless yank, he spun you around to face him fully - chest heaving and lips parted around shuddering pants. Gen made no effort to conceal the way his searing gaze dropped directly to your chest again, or how his wicked tongue flicked out to wet his lower lip as if chasing your sweet, musky essence already.

"Your move, pretty girl," he purred in rich provocation. "Just know that once I get those luscious tits in my mouth...I won't be stopping until you're an utterly broken, soaking mess beneath me. And you'll thank me for every second of it."

The naked promise driving his every smoldering word resonated straight down to the throbbing, slick heat blazing between your thighs with dizzying ardor. Narumi Gen was no mere arrogant blowhard in this moment...but instead an apex predator radiating undeniable, primordial intent to stake his full, merciless claim upon you at last.

And every fiber of your being positively burned to surrender yourself over to the ruinous inferno raging within those blown crimson depths utterly and without a shred of resistance left to muster.

Gen's palms bracketed your jaw with scorching insistence, forcing your widened gaze to remain locked on his as he drank in the flush staining your cheeks. You trembled violently under that crimson scrutiny, each ragged exhale fanning across his parted lips in tantalizing wisps.

"Look at you..." he rasped out in a tone all gravel and sin. "So perfectly primed just from a little harmless groping, sweetheart? Fuck, you must be feeling so achingly empty inside without my thick cock stretching you open properly..."

A strangled whine rattled up your constricted throat, fingers knotting in the front of his rumpled uniform as if to ground yourself against the rising tide of delirious need. Gen simply drank in the sight of you rapidly unraveling with dark, glittering approval - shifting his hips forward to prod the heavy ridge of his cock straining against his pants between your splayed thighs brazenly.

"I can feel how soaked you already are through these fucking pants," he snarled in evident rapture. "That gorgeous little cunt of yours dripping everywhere just craving to be stuffed full and pumped with my cum over and over..."

You keened brokenly at the vulgar promise underlying his words, nails scoring down the sleek musculature of his chest as he rolled his hips in a teasing grind. He hissed out a breath at the rake of blunt trails, only to latch back onto you with twice the bruising intensity.

"Yes...let me see just how deliciously ruined you can get before submitting fully."

With a leonine growl of possession, Gen crashed his mouth over yours in a searing, punishing slide of silken heat and tangling velvet. You melted helplessly against the unforgiving brand of his chest, whimpering as his questing tongue speared past your slick seam to lash against yours with blistering dominance.

His hands roamed in greedy, urgent paths along your trembling form - groping and palming every lush curve as if mapping the exquisite terrain by touch alone. You writhed wantonly into each rough caress, chasing that merciless friction as he ground his fat cock against your swiftly drenching pussy.

Something rapturous kindled behind your fluttering lids, burning molten and blinding in its intensity as Gen's artful plundering quickly unraveled your every remaining thread of propriety. Each swipe of his velvet muscle against yours, every rake of calluses over swollen flesh dragged you spiraling deeper into an abyss of utter carnal rapture with him as both plunderer and anchor.

White nova bursts exploded in your darkening periphery as Gen dragged his mouth from yours in a smoldering, filthy glide. Both of you were left gasping in harsh tandem, hearts thundering and musk swirling together in a heady, intoxicating swirl.

"Fuck..." He grated out with palpable relish, piercing rubies raking over your ravaged state hungrily. "You like getting devoured like the greedy little slut you are for me, don't you baby? Want nothing more than to get used as my personal cumdump so I can breed you thoroughly full and sloppy..."

A fractured moan punched free of your chest entirely beyond conscious control at his visceral words. Gen chuckled darkly in response, dragging your quivering form even more flush against the thrumming heat of his body with clear intent.

"Since you're being so openly desperate for this cock," he husked against the lush curves of your breasts peeping from your unzipped suit, "why don't you help me get nice and ready to slide right into that drenched little hole of yours, lieutenant? Show me how much you want my cum painting your insides in thick ropes..."

With a feral rumble that stole your breath entirely, Gen seized both your hands and guided them down to the prominent bulge tenting his fatigues shamelessly. Your fingertips danced over the searing brand of his cock, marveling at the sheer unyielding steel packed into those snug confines against your splayed palms.

"Go ahead," he cajoled in a heady rasp. "Grip me properly, just like you've been fantasizing about all those nights alone...show your Captain how good you are at servicing exactly what he needs..."

The last vestiges of your self-restraint burned away into smoldering embers at his commanding tone. Your grip tightened around the hefty swell of his dick, kneading and massaging the engorged length through his pants with unrestrained desire. Gen groaned low and guttural, thrusting up into your ministrations in a pornographic grind.

"Fuuuck yes, sweetheart. Just like that," he grunted as his broad palm clamped over the top of your head to drag you closer for a filthy, slanting kiss. "God, I bet you’re so fucking wet just from playing with my cock. My naughty little slut is going to have such a perfect, sopping cunt for me to sink right into, isn't she?"

His tongue curled along the seam of your lips, urging them apart to allow him full, ravenous plunder. Gen ravished the depths of your mouth with single-minded, devouring intensity, leaving no space for air to circulate around the smoldering sparks crackling between you both.

When he pulled back once more, your vision swam - dazed and unfocused - in his darkening crimson glare. He smirked in blatant satisfaction, licking the traces of you off his lips in a lingering, lewd swipe.

"Mmm...perfect," he murmured in rich approval. "Now why don't you put those pretty lips of yours to better use, hm? It's only fitting that my insubordinate officer should show proper deference to her captain..."

Before you could even summon a shred of wherewithal, Gen had shoved you down onto your knees with an iron grip. The sudden impact reverberated through your bones, only to be immediately eclipsed by the way his engorged cockhead pressed against your lips with blatant, unyielding command.

"C'mon," he growled impatiently, smearing a pearlescent streak of his precum across the seam of your mouth in a blatant, carnal marking. "I know you've been dying to have your captain's cock stuffing your face until you can't even breathe. Don't disappoint me now, lieutenant..."

With a ragged breath, you gave in to his dark demand. Your lips parted on a shuddering exhale, allowing Gen to glide his thick shaft past your puffy lips and straight to the back of your throat in a single, forceful plunge.

"Yesss," he hissed through clenched teeth, fingers clenching in the crown of your head as you began suckling around his girth eagerly. "That's it...just like that. God, I knew that smart mouth of yours would be so good for something other than being a royal pain in my ass..."

The velvety glide of his rigid cock sliding along your tongue had a mewl bubbling up your throat, only for Gen to choke it off entirely. He thrust in a shallow, experimental glide - watching with unbridled avarice as his shaft disappeared completely inside your mouth.

"Mmm...look at that. So fucking filthy," he groaned in obvious appreciation. "How much of me can you fit in there, hm?"

Without further preamble, he rutted forward in a sudden, forceful jerk. Your breath stuttered as the flared crown of his cockhead punched deep down your convulsing throat, choking off any protest. Gen stilled completely at the tight clench of your esophagus, savoring the way your walls milked him with desperation.

"Fuck," he grunted in evident rapture, eyes screwing shut at the overwhelming sensation. "Yeah, that's a good little slut. You want this, don't you? My filthy, insubordinate bitch of a lieutenant is gonna choke herself to death on her captain's cock and love every second of it. Isn't that right, baby?"

Your nails dug into the sculpted muscle of his thighs as if to anchor yourself against the dizzying tide of delirium, whimpering brokenly around his searing intrusion. The sheer filth spilling from his lips coupled with the molten steel stretching your mouth wide had you teetering dangerously close to a shattering precipice you had no hope of holding back.

"Ohhh, God, you really fucking do," he rasped out in a gravelly, carnal groan. "I can feel how much your cunt is weeping just from this, sweetheart. Go ahead, be a good girl and touch yourself for me...show me just how fucking desperate you are to have your Captain's load pumping straight into your womb..."

You shuddered at the lurid command, but were helpless to deny him. One hand snaked its way up your body to tug at the zipper of your combat suit, dragging it down all the way to your navel and allowing the generous swells of your breasts to spill out fully.

"Yessss," Gen hissed out in obvious delight, hips bucking forward into your mouth with a low, guttural rumble. "Touch yourself, lieutenant. Fuck, I want to see those perfect tits bouncing while you finger that soaking pussy."

You mewled brokenly at his dark demand, arching back to shove the suit further down your thighs. With your chest bared to the cool, recycled air, you dragged your trembling fingers down the plane of your abdomen to cup your soaked mound.

Gen's crimson gaze followed the motion with laser focus, pupils blowing so wide that only a thin ring of scarlet remained. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips, teeth worrying at the lower one in an open display of his raw, animalistic desire.

"Good girl," he husked as you sank two digits deep into your sopping core, clenching and rolling them into the molten depths. "Fucking hell, look at you. Such a beautiful little cumslut for me, aren't you?"

A garbled wail rattled around his throbbing length as you drove your fingers harder and faster, curling and twisting them to graze along that sweet, electric spot that had pleasure spiraling ever tighter through your belly. Your vision blurred and swam, only to snap back into razor-sharp focus as Gen yanked his shaft from your mouth with a lewd, wet pop.

"Not yet," he snarled in obvious warning. "You come on this cock and only this cock, is that understood? I'm not even close to done with you yet, baby..."

Gen's hands wrapped around your biceps, hauling you upright and crushing you flush against his broad chest. With a rough grunt, he bent down and scooped you up over his shoulder - arm locking around your thighs as he began striding towards the door with single-minded purpose.

"C-Captain Narumi," you stuttered out in protest, struggling weakly against his iron grip. "W-wait, where are we going? You can't just carry me through the damn halls like this!"

A wicked chuckle vibrated through his chest as he paused mid-stride. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the scorching brand of his hand cupping your slickened, puffy mound.

"My quarters are closer," he rumbled directly into your ear, the velvety promise behind his words sending a shiver skittering down your spine. "And if anyone has an issue with me carrying my filthy lieutenant around, well...they can take it up with me and my gun."

Before you could even attempt to summon a protest, his fingers sank into your drenched folds with a lewd, vulgar squelch. You cried out in mingled shock and rapture, writhing against his grip as he began grinding those calloused pads in slow, taunting circles against your swollen clit.

"That's it, baby," Gen crooned with obvious relish, his other arm securing your thighs tighter around his broad shoulders. "You just keep riding my fingers like the good girl you are...I'm gonna have you nice and creamy for me by the time we get there."

True to his word, his pace didn't falter the entire trek to his quarters. Not even when you sobbed and whimpered as each step jostled his fingers deeper into your fluttering heat. Each brush and glide had your senses spiraling higher and higher, chasing the impending peak you'd been denied for so long now.

By the time Gen finally dumped you on his bed, you were a panting, shivering wreck - eyes blown and cheeks flushed in utter abandon. His answering smirk was nothing short of sin incarnate as he slowly began to unzip his anti-kaiju suit, the flexing muscles of his chest rippling with each torturous pull.

"You look so fucking perfect sprawled out for me like that," he growled, letting the garment fall to the floor with a dull thud. "So ready to be stuffed and used, hmm?"

A sharp squeal ripped from your throat as he fell upon you, tearing at the remaining fabric of your combat suit. He stripped it off your quivering frame with an ease borne of ruthless efficiency, leaving you bared to his molten, crimson glare in a heartbeat.

"Look at these," Gen snarled, burying his face between the plush mounds of your breasts. "Fuck, they're perfect. So fucking juicy and soft and all mine to play with however I want..."

He sealed his sinful mouth around the peak of one swollen nipple, sucking and biting hard enough to send a bolt of sizzling lightning shooting straight to your drenched folds. Your fingers knotted in his silky locks, nails scoring his scalp as you arched into his ravenous devouring.

He pulled back to lave a slow, tantalizing stripe over the puffy, reddened tip, only to fix his smoldering scarlet gaze directly on yours. Gen rolled his hips into the cradle of your splayed thighs, prodding his engorged shaft directly against your slick, pulsating heat.

"Do you have any idea how long I've waited to fuck you into oblivion?" he rasped out, punctuating his dark oath with a shallow grind. "Every single day since we met, I've been imagining bending you over every surface and pumping my cum into that greedy little cunt of yours. And now I'm finally going to give us both exactly what we need..."

With a savage snarl, he seized both your wrists and pinned them above your head. His crimson glare never wavered from the way your breasts heaved and bounced in the wake of his rutting, the tip of his cock catching on your drenched slit with each lewd slide.

"Gen," you keened out in a shattered plea. "Please..."

He groaned gutturally, burying his face against the flushed valley between your breasts. Your hips bucked up against him, craving more than just the teasing friction he was allowing.

"What was that, lieutenant?" he purred in a rasp. "You're going to have to be clearer than that."

"For the love of-!" You broke off on a frustrated moan as he continued rocking his cockhead in torturously slow circles. "Fuck, stop playing and fuck me already, you arrogant jackass!"

Gen lifted his head just enough to flash a sinful, smug smirk at your wrecked state. Your heart stuttered wildly in its cage at the clear evidence of his control, coupled with the fact that he was finally about to fulfill the promise blazing in his crimson glare.

"Since you asked so nicely..."

A guttural groan spilled from his parted lips as he thrust his full, throbbing length inside you with a single, brutal shove. You arched beneath him in utter rapture, keening and clawing at his shoulders for purchase.

"That's it," he grated out through clenched teeth, the tendons in his neck standing out in stark relief. "Fuck, I knew that greedy cunt of yours would be tight and hot as hell, but fuck...!"

Each thick inch of his shaft dragged along your pulsating walls as he set a harsh, unforgiving pace - spearing and filling you in every possible way as if claiming the most sacred part of your body as his own. You couldn't do much beyond hanging on and mewling, fingers scrabbling desperately along the flexing muscle of his back as you were utterly consumed by the punishing glide.

"You like this, sweetheart? Being stretched wide open on my fat dick?" Gen snarled into your ear, hips snapping forward to drill the flared crown of his cockhead directly into your cervix. "Because I can tell you fucking love it. That perfect little cunt is dripping everywhere just from having me split you apart, baby..."

The searing coil wound tighter and tighter inside your belly, each pistoning plunge driving you closer to that shattering crescendo. Your breath came in ragged, broken pants, the room seeming to blur and spin around you as the inferno raging between you both only grew brighter and brighter.

Gen shifted, propping himself on one forearm as he hooked his free hand around the bend of one knee and forced it higher. Your eyes flew wide at the new angle, a wail spilling from your lips at the way his cock seemed to swell impossibly more - filling every possible inch of your fluttering depths until there was no room left for anything except him.

"God, that's the spot," he rasped, eyes screwing shut as he redoubled his efforts. "Take every inch of me, just like that...you're almost there, I can feel it."

"Gen, I'm-"

You choked off on a cry as his mouth latched back onto your nipple, tongue swirling and flicking as he suckled hungrily. Every nerve ending blazed with electricity, the molten heat building between your thighs rapidly threatening to burn you alive from within.

"Cum f'me, baby. Wanna feel that perfect pussy gushing all over my cock while I pump you full of my load. C'mon, sweetheart...give it all to me..."

The final thread snapped, sending you careening over the edge in a blinding, white-hot flash. Your spine arched off the mattress, mouth falling open around a silent scream of bliss as you squirted in messy, torrential waves all over his shaft.

"That's it, ohhh, fuuuck," Gen snarled against your breast, teeth scraping the sensitive, puckered tip as he fucked you through the aftershocks. "Such a good little slut, squirting so pretty for her captain like that."

"G-gen, please!" you wailed, the overstimulation nearly driving you mad. "Please, I need-"

He pulled out entirely with a lewd, wet pop, flipping you onto your stomach and hauling you up onto your knees. With an iron grip, he jerked you back against him, lining the blunt head of his cock up with your weeping hole once more to plunge back inside with one harsh shove.

"This what you need, sweetheart?" he hissed in your ear, grinding the rigid planes of his abdomen directly into your ass as his balls slapped your clit with each rut. "Don’t worry, baby. Gonna give it to you. Gonna give you all the cum you can take and then some..."

His hands clamped down around your waist with bruising force, dragging you back to meet every merciless thrust. Gen pounded into you from behind without restraint, the lewd slap of skin on skin echoing throughout his quarters alongside your fractured cries and his low, animalistic grunts.

"Ah-! Fuuuuck," he groaned, burying his face against your nape and wrapping his arms around your midsection possessively. "Mm-yesss, gonna cum, baby. Where- tell me where you want it-!"

"Inside, please, oh God, don't stop-!"

His guttural roar rattled in your ears as his entire body went rigid behind you, the searing heat of his release spurting directly against your cervix and painting your womb in thick, ropy ribbons. You whimpered and squirmed at the sensation, his iron grip still holding you firmly in place until his cock had milked itself dry.

For several moments, neither of you moved or spoke, chests heaving in sync. Gradually, his hold loosened and allowed you to collapse face-first onto the mattress, completely drained and sated in the aftermath. Gen followed you down, covering the line of your spine with the solid plane of his chest as he buried his nose in your tangled hair.

"Baby," he rasped into your ear. "If I'd known just how fucking perfect you were going to be, I would've done this a lot sooner..."

A weak laugh bubbled up from your chest at his husked confession, reaching back blindly to card through his damp locks. He sighed contentedly, shifting to roll the two of you onto your sides and tucking you flush against his front.

"Mmm...you know," he murmured, trailing his fingers up and down the plane of your abdomen lazily, slipping right between your puffy folds to swipe over the sensitive pearl of your clit, "I’m still not quite done with you, sweetheart..."

"Gen, wait-!"

But before you could finish your protest, he was already bucking his hips into you again - this time from behind as his cock slipped into your thoroughly fucked cunt with a sinful, wet squelch.

"No more waiting," he growled into your ear, rolling the pad of his calloused finger around your clit with increasing pressure. "We have years to make up for, after all. And I'm going to use every single second of that time fucking the absolute hell out of this gorgeous little cunt."

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⋆☾⋆ Meme post ⋆☾⋆

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Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor x Gn!Reader Au: Canon Universe

Description: Random scenarios with the demon bro's, most of them revolve around gaming.

Contents: Fluff, Cussing, Silly Anger and Angst, Silly Writings,

Word Count: 940 words

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♥ Lucifer ♥

"No. Absolutely not."

"Come on Lucifer pleaseeeee! Just this once!" You beg, trying to convince the eldest brother to indulge in your interests for once. "I have better things to do than play video games" Lucifer says with venom, what would Diavolo think if he slacked off to play games with some human?? Lucifer couldn't risk it, so he continued to go through the stacks of paperwork on his large desk.

"Afraid you would lose old man? Too pussy to play against a human?" You knew you were playing with fire by insulting him, even playfully, because if Mammon had said that he would be tied upside down, hanging from a chandelier somewhere in the house of lamentation.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?!" ... Uh-oh. "You've got some nerve, I just hope that nerve is brave enough to groom Cerberus after you lose." Lucifer stands up from his desk, grabbing your arm and dragging you into the common room where the shared gaming console is.

♥ Mammon ♥

"Huh?! You think you can beat the Great and Powerful Mammon at gambling?? HAHAHA ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS??" The demon of greed almost keels over from laughter, slapping his knee at the joke he thinks your making.

"Yes, I am completely and utterly serious. How about this, winner not only gets all the money, but also the title of Devildoms best gambler, and loser has to slap Lucifer in the face." You smirk, knowing Mammon will do anything to win as the embodiment of greed, he wins at everything when money is involved. However, you have a trick up your sleeve.

You talk the rest of the brothers into playing poker with you and Mammon, except for the eldest. They are all willing to cheat and help you with your little trick just to see the chaos unfold when he has to slap Lucifer.

The whole game, everyone gets amazing cards, everyone except for Mammon. Unfortunately for him, you use your pact to force him into placing down his cards every time, losing more and more money until he eventually loses the game, and all the brothers immediatly forfeit after that, leaving you as the technical winner.

~ ~ ~ Not long later ~ ~ ~

"MAMMONNNNN COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT, I'M GONNA TEAR YOU APART AND FEED YOU TO BEEL"

♥ Leviathan ♥

You just got a brand new video game, one that is only available in the human world, but due to Diavolo favoring you, he found a way to get it in Devildom stores for limited time.

"How....how did such a normie get this game down here!"

"I asked Diavolo...."

"And he agreed? He went through that much trouble to give a normie some random video game? OMG Lollllolollol! *random video game ramble*"

"Just put the damn game in and turn on two controllers."

♥ Satan ♥

"She's mine Lucifer!" Satan yells, dragging you out of Lucifers office. "W-We were just playing Chess, what the hell are mad about?"

"I'm mad that you are alone with a man like Lucifer. I don't want him rubbing off on you."

Satan drags me away from Lucifers room, dragging you like he is holding you hostage. He takes you back to your room, securing you on his lap as you watch documentaries.

"You didn't have to drag me away from your brother. I get you hate him, but my god- "

"It's just...we are so similar I don't want to see you fall for him instead."

♥ Asmodeus ♥

"Really~? You wanna play with me~? I guess it was only a matter of time before you fell for my charm~"

"A-Asmo....I meant the succubus rpg game-"

"Oh...well thats a lot less fun. Oh well! Lets go play."

Once you go to your room, you get the game up and suddenly Asmo pulls you into his lap. "Uhh? What're you doing?"

"Just getting comfortable. I can't stand being without your touchhh~" You just ignore him as both of you begin to set up your characters.

♥ Beelzebub ♥

"Nonononono!!! Beel that isn't food!" You freak, trying to get the candle out of his hands.

"Huh? But it smells good." Beelzebub pouts at you, and you feel like you've just kicked a puppy.

"Just, put that down darling." I put my hand over his and lower it back down onto the table, making him drop my scented candle. "Lets go get you some cheeseburgers." Beel nods ferociously, mouth already drooling at the thought.

You take him to the 24 hour magic food place in-between the campus housing. Their menu is anything you want, they use magic to conjure up the tastiest version of what you request.

"Feel better?" You ask, smiling softly at his silly nature. "Very much. Thank you Mc." He talks with his mouth full, shoving as many cheeseburgers as he can straight into his stomach.

♥ Belphegor ♥

"Belphiiieee, wake up!" You try to shake the sleepy demon awake, wanting to show him a new game you bought for your Devilswitch.

Suddenly his tail wraps around you and he pulls you into his bed with him, his chest against your back. He rests his head on your shoulder, slightly opening his eyes enough to see your switch. "Mhm, nice. How did you get the money for that?"

"I sweet-talked Leviathan to buy it for me, he wanted it to and it has a co-op option so."

"You could have asked me. I never spend any of the money I get, too tired to ever go out."

"I tried, you wouldn't wake up."

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I hope you guys enjoyed! It's 1am and I just wanted to get a quick debut fic out! This is my first fic on this account :)))

#cosmicvenusnebula #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #leviachan #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me shall we date #fic #quick fic #fluff #obey me fluff

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A Scoundrel... Or a Gentleman?

Ch. 6

We're back! A shorter chapter this time - much shorter, actually - but I hope y'all will forgive me with how it ends. That's right, we earn our rating this chapter! If smut is not your thing, stop at the double scene change line...

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Thank you again to @jrob64 for all her help with this fic and to @snowbellewells for the banner above and to @motherkatereloyshipper for the chapter art she made for the beginning of the fic. And finally thank you all again for coming along on this journey with me! I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Words: 4237 of approx 59,5K

Rating: M (smut)

Tags: Regency Romance, Inspired by Francesca Bridgerton's Story, Smut

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Coward was not normally a word used to describe Emma Nolan Jones. But when faced with being called that or a fool, she’d take coward every time.

Because only a fool would have remained in London or in the same house even, as Killian Jones after that kiss.

It had been…

No. She wouldn’t think about it. Because if she did, she’d feel guilty and ashamed.

She wasn’t supposed to feel like this about anyone, much less Killian. The most she had expected was a pleasant tingly feeling when she kissed whoever became her new husband, and to be completely unaffected otherwise. She couldn’t conceive of actual physical pleasure… but there had been when she and Killian kissed. In abundance.

Killian had kissed her. And she had kissed him back. And since then, she couldn’t stop imagining his lips all over her body. The nights were the worst. Lying in her large bed, alone, she burned until she’d finally fall into a restless sleep, only to dream about the wicked fantasies she was mostly able to keep at bay during the daylight hours.

No. It was wrong to fantasize about Killian. She would have felt awful feeling this kind of desire for anyone, but Killian…

He was Liam’s brother. Which made him her brother. She shouldn’t have kissed him.

Even if it had been the best kiss in her remembrance.

And that was why she’d chosen coward over fool. Because she did not trust herself to resist him.

She’d been back in Scotland for nearly a week now, trying to immerse herself in the mundane, day to day running of the large estate. There was always something to do - accounts to review and balance, visits to make - but instead of soothing her troubled spirit, it only made her feel more restless and unsettled, like something inevitable was coming and she was waiting on tenterhooks until it did. It had gotten to where she’d started taking daily walks around the estate. Walks that lasted for hours. She’d put on her most comfortable boots and trek around Kilmartin until she was utterly exhausted. Not that it helped her sleep any better, but at least she was trying.

She arrived back to the house just as the afternoon storm rolling in was beginning in earnest. Thankfully, only a fine mist had developed thus far and so she planned to indulge in some hot tea and perhaps some chocolate biscuits in her bedchamber. As soon as she entered the front hall, Davies the butler arrived to take her cloak.

“My lady?” he asked as she handed it to him. “You have a visitor.”

“A visitor?” That was odd. The only people who’d visit Kilmartin had already removed themselves to Edinburgh or London for the season.

“Well, not precisely a visitor, my lady.”

Killian. It had to be. When he hadn’t chased her right away, she’d thought she’d been granted a reprieve. Apparently not.

“Where is he?”

“In the rose drawing room.”

“Has he been there long?”

“No, my lady.”

She nodded her dismissal and then turned and forced herself forward toward the drawing room. She really shouldn’t be dreading this so intensely. It was only Killian, after all.

Although, she rather suspected, he’d never be only Killian ever again.

She’d imagined their reunion a hundred times, imagined his words to her, planned her words to him - although now faced with the imminent prospect of saying them aloud, they sounded rather trite and inadequate. She was just going to have to make it up as she went along.

She stepped into the room to see him facing the window. Was he watching for her? He looked weary - his shoulders slightly slumped, his hair windswept. She couldn’t help the small smile that touched her lips when she remembered that he sometimes preferred sitting out in the elements with the driver of the carriage for long journeys, feeling too closed in within its confines.

She didn’t speak. Not yet. He’d turn around in a moment anyway. For now she just needed to acclimate to his presence. To make sure her breathing and heart rate remained steady.

“Emma.”

He didn’t even have to turn around to sense her presence. She wasn’t surprised. He had a tremendous ability to always be aware of what was going on around him. He’d once told her it was how he survived the war. No one was able to sneak up on him.

“Yes.” The silence stretched long between them before Emma spoke again, unable to endure it. “I trust you had a pleasant journey?”

He turned to her and Emma caught her breath at his beauty. She’d been taken aback when she realized how handsome he was back in London, but here, he seemed more wild, untamed, elemental almost. Utterly dangerous to her soul.

“Yes, very much so.” Silence reigned again and Emma struggled not to fidget.

“Is everything alright in London?” she asked. Perhaps he had some practical reason for coming. Because if he didn’t, then he’d come simply for her and she wasn’t quite sure what to do with that knowledge.

“Yes, everything is fine,” he replied. “Though I do have some news.”

“Oh?” she asked, tilting her head slightly in inquiry.

“Will and Belle. The date of their nuptials has been moved quite a bit forward,” he informed her.

Emma was surprised and wondered what reason could have compelled them to do so.

“When?”

“Two weeks hence.”

Emma’s brows shot to her hairline. “Two weeks?!” she exclaimed.

Killian took a step toward her. “Two weeks,” he confirmed. “I thought you would like to know.”

He was moving closer to her and in her shock, Emma was finding it hard to draw a deep breath.

“I do appreciate your thoughtfulness in coming here to tell me.” He continued taking slow, methodical, measured steps toward her. Emma cast around for something, anything, else to say. Anything to distract him, and herself, from his projected path toward her. “Will you be staying long?”

Another step. He was halfway across the room now. “I haven’t decided. It depends.”

“On?”

“On you,” he said softly.

She knew what he meant. Or she thought she did. But what happened in London was the very last thing she desired to talk about, so she pretended to misunderstand.

“Don’t be silly,” she chided him. “Kilmartin is yours. You can come and go as you please. I have no control over you.”

“Do you really believe that?” He’d halved the distance between them again.

“I- I’ll have a room prepared for you,” she blurted out. “Which would you prefer?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he informed her, taking yet another step toward her.

“The earl’s chamber, then,” she said, her heart racing and well aware that she was babbling. “It’s only right. I’ll move down the hall, or to another wing.” She was mumbling by the time she finished and he took another step, now standing right in front of her.

“That may not be necessary.” His words were whispered. She could feel his warm breath across her lips. Her eyes snapped up to his. Surely he wasn’t suggesting… he didn’t really think their kiss in London meant that he could avail himself of the connecting doors between the earl and countess’ bedchambers? Did he?

“Close the door,” he commanded, gesturing to the open door behind her with his chin.

“I’m not sure…” she began.

“I am.” His voice was low, steel wrapped in the softest velvet. “Close it.”

She did. She didn’t know exactly why she did, but she did. And the moment her hand left the knob, she hurried to the other side of the room, putting some much needed space - and the room’s entire seating group - between them. He looked at her, raising his eyebrow, but he looked more amused than annoyed.

“I have given matters quite a bit of thought since you left London,” he informed her. Emma swallowed hard. She had done the same, but there was hardly any point in mentioning it. “I didn’t mean to kiss you.”

“No!” she blurted out. “Of course not! There was no reason…”

“But now that I have… now that we have…”

Damn. He wasn’t going to allow her to pretend that she wasn’t every bit a participant in it as he was.

“Now that we have,” he repeated, the intensity of his gaze making her catch her breath, “I’m sure you understand everything has changed.”

“Of course,” she murmured, trying to ignore the way her breath hitched. He moved to the sofa and gripped the top until his knuckles were white. Was he nervous? She looked back at his face and noticed the tightness around his lips and then the way his eyes skittered away from hers for a moment. She’d never seen him nervous before. The suave, debonair gentleman she knew had never been nervous a moment in his life.

“As I said, I’ve given the matter a great deal of thought,” he continued, “and I’ve come to a conclusion that may seem a bit odd at first, but I really believe it is the best course of action.”

As she watched him and waited for him to tell her whatever his conclusion was, her heartbeat slowed back to a normal rhythm. Misery may love company, but so did anxiety, and seeing him so ill at ease about their shared moment, made her feel marginally better, knowing at least that he had not been unaffected.

“I believe that we should be married.”

What?

Her lips parted.

What?

And then she finally said it out loud. “What?”

Not I beg your pardon, not excuse me, not even I’m sorry? I must have misheard. Simply What?

“Be married,” he repeated, completely serious. “If you will listen to my reasons, I’m sure you’d agree.”

“Are you mad?”

He seemed a bit taken aback at her question. “I… don’t believe so, no,” he confirmed, shaking his head, looking just a little puzzled.

“I can’t marry you, Killian.”

“Why not?”

She must look like a fish out of water, simply gaping at him. If she hadn’t heard it out of his own mouth, with her own ears, she never would have believed it. It was one thing to want, to feel desire, but it was another thing entirely to contemplate holy matrimony. This had truly knocked her world off its axis.

“I… I just… can’t!” she exclaimed. “Surely you, of all people, can see how utterly insane this is!”

“I will allow when it first came to me, I had much the same reaction,” he said, mildly. “But again, if you’ll listen to my arguments, I believe you’ll agree.”

She could think of nothing else to say. When she didn’t move or speak again, Killian took a step forward and began ticking off his reasons on his fingers. “You won’t have to move. You will retain your title and position.” He glanced up at her, his eyebrow raised in inquiry of her thoughts. He may have a valid, two valid points so far, and she could admit it would make things most convenient, but they were hardly a reason to marry Killian…

“You will enter into the marriage knowing beyond any shadow of a doubt that you’ll be cared for and respected,” he continued. “The season is designed to make matches, but you don’t really know a person until you’ve lived with them. And we’ve been close friends for years. No one knows me like you do, and I daresay I know you like no one else.”

She could see his point, but with this proposal, she questioned just how well she knew Killian Jones. It just didn’t seem possible that he conceived of this preposterous idea.

“I will give you children,” he said softly. His words made her die a little inside and she couldn’t contain the quiet whimper that passed her lips. “Or at least, I will try.”

Now his words brought something to life inside her, pictures forming in her mind that had no business being there in the first place. Hot, sweaty bodies and moans of passion. She shut those images down immediately and asked a question of her own.

“What will you gain?”

He looked almost startled at her inquiry, but quickly schooled his features. “I’ll have a wife who has been running my estates for years. I’m not so proud as to refuse your far superior knowledge.”

She nodded in acknowledgement, her cheeks flushing slightly at the compliment. Why she blushed at his praise and not at the mention of the creation of children, she’d never know.

“Again, as I said, I believe no one on earth knows me as well as you do, and I you, in addition to the trust between us,” he said. “I know you would never stray.”

“Of course not,” she murmured, remembering a similar conversation four years ago. She spun away from him and placed her hands over her ears. “I can’t. I can’t hear anymore. I can’t think about this, Killian. Not now. I’m going upstairs. I’ll have to talk to you about it tomorrow.”

She stood up straight and took one step toward the door when he grasped her arm. His touch was light, but his strength held her fast. She couldn’t move.

“Wait.” His voice was a whisper. She wasn’t facing him, but she could see his face in her mind’s eye. The way his dark hair skirted over his brow, the scruff that lined his jaw, the blue, blue eyes the same color as a perfect summer sky. And his lips. His perfectly shaped, full lips. The ones that almost always wore the supremely devilish expression, as if he were the keeper of all kinds of wicked secrets. Secrets mere mortals knew nothing about.

His hand traveled up her arm to the curve of her shoulder and then to her neck, running his fingers lightly over her skin until they reached her earlobe and then back down again, leaving chill bumps in their wake.

She couldn’t move. She couldn’t speak. And then he did.

“Don’t you want another kiss?”

He didn’t know when he realized he would have to persuade her. He’d tried to appeal to her practicality and good sense, and it wasn’t working. It couldn’t be about emotion, because that was one-sided.

So it would have to be about passion.

And from her response to his kiss in London, he knew she wanted him. And, oh God, he wanted her. More than he’d ever believed possible. This was the only way he’d be able to claim her, to make her his. In a way she could not deny. Words, thoughts, and ideas she could talk herself out of. But leaving his imprint on her physically, a part of him would always be with her. And she would be his.

She slipped out from beneath his fingers and put a few steps between them.

“Don’t you want another kiss, Emma?” he murmured, stalking her with predatory grace.

“I- it was a mistake…” she stammered. She backed up a step, but was stopped by the sofa.

“Not if we marry.”

“I can’t marry you, Killian,” she said, a note of pleading in her voice. “You know that.”

He took her hand and idly rubbed the skin with his thumb. “I really don’t. Why do you think we can’t marry?”

“Because I… you… you’re you.”

“True,” he replied, lifting her hand and pressing his lips to the center of her palm. Then his tongue darted out and traced the veins under the skin of her wrist. “And right now, for the first time in a very long time, there’s no one I’d rather be.” He looked up through his lashes to see her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her mouth hanging slightly open, her eyes unblinking as he moved up towards her elbow, leaving soft, teasing kisses.

“Killian,” she moaned, taking a deep breath.

“Killian, no, or Killian, yes?” he asked, kissing her shoulder.

A keening whimper escaped her lips and Killian smiled.

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“Fair enough,” he replied, nudging her chin until her head lolled back, exposing the long expanse of her neck. He proceeded to ravish the skin there. His lips, teeth, and tongue leaving not an inch of skin ignored.

He moved down from her neck to her chest, to the edge of the bodice of her dress and grasped it with his teeth. Emma gasped, but she didn’t tell him to stop, so he pulled, pulled, and pulled until her breast spilled out. God, he loved women’s fashions.

“Killian?”

“Shhhhh,” he admonished her. He didn’t want to answer any questions. He didn’t want her thinking coherently enough to ask one. He ran his tongue along the newly exposed skin and circled the tip before blowing gently on it. He reached up and cupped her in the palm of his hand. He’d touched her through her clothing before, but nothing compared to the feel of her naked weight in his hand. “Shall I kiss you?” he asked. He was taking an enormous risk asking the question. Every time he did, gave her the opportunity to change her mind. He may have resigned himself to seducing her, but he couldn’t do it without at least one word of assent from her. “Shall I?” he asked again, this time blowing gently on the turgid flesh to sweeten the deal.

“Yes!” she exclaimed. “Yes, please, Killian!”

“As you wish,” he murmured before covering her with the warm cavern of his mouth. He poured all his years of passion and desire onto her breast, leaving love bites all over her skin before soothing them with his tongue.

“Oh, my god!” she moaned, arching into him. Her fingers plunged into his hair and held him to her, not that he was complaining. Oh, no. Not at all. His mouth continued to make love to her breast as he lifted her to sit on the back of the sofa. Her legs spread for him and he stepped in between them, never halting his ministrations.

Pure joy surged through him as he continued loving her. He’d despaired of ever holding her, of ever making love to her, and now here she was, soft, warm, and trembling in his arms. He loved that he could do this to her. Make her a slave to her own needs and desires. She was normally so strong, so cool and composed, but right now, she was simply and purely his.

Her gasps and moans became louder and more frequent as his hands worked their way steadily upward. First, he gripped her ankles, then slid them up her calves until he grasped her knees. Now they slowed as he pushed the skirt of her dress further up her thighs, exposing the creamy expanse of skin he lightly ran his fingers over. Her dress still fell between her legs, hiding her most intimate spot from his gaze as he pulled back from her slightly. Just enough to see the effect his lovemaking had on her.

He inhaled sharply at the breathtaking sight. Her skin was flushed a rosy hue, her eyes the dark green of a forest glen at midnight and half lidded in her desire. Her lips were swollen and a deep red from his kisses, her golden tresses mussed and framing her face like a halo.

“You like it.” It was a statement, not a question and Killian was pleased when she could manage nothing more than a shaky inhale and affirmative bob of her head. “Would you like to hear it? Would you like me to tell you everything I want to do to you?”

There he was again, giving her the opportunity to change her mind. Her countenance told him she was too far gone for refusal to even enter her mind. But he still needed her yes, every step of the way. He knew the chances she’d regret this after the fact were pretty decent, but he didn’t want her to be able to say, even to herself, that she didn’t agree, that she wasn’t a full partner in any of this.

“You used to ask me all the time,” he murmured in her ear, in between open mouth kisses on her neck. “‘Tell me something wicked, Killian,’ you’d say. But I never would. A gentleman never kisses and tells, after all. I always left you outside the bedroom door. But not now. Oh, no. Not now, Emma. Would you like me to tell you? Hmmm?”

She nodded, unable to speak.

Killian smiled wickedly and inhaled deeply through his nose, her scent of vanilla and lavender filling his sinuses.

“I’d hardly know where to start,” he whispered into the skin of her neck. “I think I might need to start here,” he murmured, kissing down the slope of her neck to her chest. He sucked a mark into the swell of her breast and the sound that passed her lips - he’d never be able to describe it - set him on fire.

“But it wouldn’t be enough, would it?” he asked, his voice husky with desire, “For either of us. So I’d have to leave your delectable breasts to kiss you here.” He pressed his thumbs into the softness of her inner thighs.

She gasped.

“And then here.” Now he moved his hands higher on her thighs to caress the crease between her legs and torso. “Yes, I think you would enjoy a kiss here. Oh, but not just one. Many. And you’d probably enjoy them almost as much as I’d enjoy giving them.”

A keening whimper fell from her lips and Killian almost lost himself.

“And finally…” his voice was only a whisper now, fraught with need, “I’d kiss you here.” His fingers found the center of her femininity and began stroking, the wetness collected there bathing his fingers with her essence. Emma clung to him, her hands clutching his biceps as her hips rocked into his touch. “I truly don’t know how long I’d spend here. Pleasuring you. Bringing you to the heights of ecstasy. You might not want me to stop. I don’t know if I’d ever want to stop. Do you want me to stop?” A broken moan burst from her at his question. “Do you?” He stopped the motion of his fingers, but left them exactly where they were. He pulled back just slightly to allow her some room to look at him before giving her answer.

Her pupils were completely blown with arousal, only the thinnest rim of green surrounding them. Her mouth hung open slightly, her breath stuttered and her chest heaved as she tried to draw in a deep breath.

“Do you?” he asked again.

She couldn’t meet his eyes, but she shook her head in the negative.

“Say it, Emma,” he urged her. “I want to hear the words.”

“No, Killian,” she finally breathed. “I don’t want you to stop.”

His heart leapt.

“Then I’d better get busy.”

He began with her neck, kissing down the exposed slope to the swell of her breast. He pulled the edge of her dress again, freeing her other breast from its confines and sucked a matching mark to the first into its swell. He lifted her from the back of the sofa, her legs wrapping around his hips as he carried her to the arm. Once he sat her upon it, he fell to his knees and worked his way up both her legs, kissing, sucking, and biting, until he found himself at the apex of her thighs and she was completely exposed to his sight. He hummed with delight and flicked his tongue out to taste. The gasp that passed her lips made his heart sing. He licked and laved, capturing every drop that coated her folds, his own moan of delectation pressed against them. He brought her to the brink and pulled back. A groan of disappointment burst from her lips, but for this, their first time together, he wanted to feel her around him when she fell.

His hands shook as he opened his breeches. Emma’s eyes opened, still hazy with passion, and they widened when she saw him exposed.

“I need you, Emma,” he said huskily.

She nodded once, quickly, and fell down to the seat of the sofa, bringing him with her until he covered her. They moved together toward the other arm until they were stretched out completely, Killian cradled in between her thighs. He pushed her dress back up to her waist and entered her. She was so wet and ready for him, she swallowed him whole, until he reached the opening of her womb. She gasped at the intrusion, but clung to him with all her might.

“Did that hurt?” he asked, desperation coloring his words.

She shook her head, still beyond speech, but the motions of her body told him exactly what she needed. She lifted her hips to meet his in the timeless dance of passion. Each of them was so ready, it was only moments before her walls fluttered around him and they both exploded in ecstasy.

As they came down, Killian realized that he’d been nothing but a green lad, no matter that he couldn’t count the number of women he’d slept with. Because it had never been like this.

Those had been his body.

This was his soul.

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Thank you for reading and sharing! Next chapter will be up Tuesday night before I go to bed.

#a scoundrel... or a gentleman?#krystal writes #inspired by francesca bridgerton's story #banner by snowbellewells #ch art by motherkatereloyshipper

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