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mrsarnasdelicious · 1 year

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The Adoption of Cynlaef (and Aethelstan)

Sihtric feels his heart race as Rumcofa comes into view. He tightens his hands on the reigns of his horse and makes sure the boy in front of him is still steady.

"Almost home." Finan says. He's noticed Sihtric's strange demeanor and has begun to wonder. Is it the boy? Finan thinks that unlikely, knowing full well Sihtric is a stellar dad to quite a few children.

You wait, with Ingrid and Aethelstan, for the men to come home. Osferth's said they won't be long now.

And indeed, you see Delling's familiar dapple fur, becoming more and more white with each passing year. The lads are home.

The Irishman gives a small shout when Sihtric shoves the kid into his arms.

Sihtric gives Delling his heel, wrapping one arm around the boy to keep him steady. The stallion galops forward. Finan speeds after him, afraid the Dane is going to do something rash and odd. He would not put it beyond Sihtric.

Sihtric pulls Delling to a halt almost right in front of you. Finan is very quick to catch up to him.

Sihtric swings out of the saddle and pulls you into his arms. "Thank the Gods." He whispers against your neck. You hold him close and stroke his hair.

"What is the matter, my love?" You whisper. Sihtric heaves a dry sob and clings to you. "You are alive." He rasps. "Of course I am, silly man." You cooe.

You both look at Sihtric.

Just as Sihtric takes a small step back, you hear the boy in Finan's arms shout. "Móðir!" The child trashes and wails. He kicks Finan in the guy. Finan cries out and drops him.

The boy runs to you, calling "móðir" and clinging to your skirts. You are at an utter loss. And so is Finan, which is a rarity.

"What happened?" You demand. Sihtric swallows thickly. He looks down to his boots and runs a hand over the boy's hair. The child squeals and tries to hide in your skirts.

You lift the boy up, not averting your eyes from Sihtric. The lad is crying and clings to you. He can't be older than Aethelstan.

Carefully you take your husband's hands, as good as you can while still holding the weeping boy.

Sihtric takes a shakey breath. "We happened upon a Dane village, which had been quite brutally attacked." He mutters. "The boy is the only survivor. An orphan." Finan adds. It is the only thing he knows for sure.

"His mother... Gods.. She lay dead at the door of a hovel, throat opened. Killed without a second thought." Sihtric's hands tremble, even though he does his best to keep them still.

Sihtric looks you in the eye. There are tears on his dirty cheeks. Your heart breaks for him. But you are also very curious whith the fate of this stranger.

"Husband." You whisper.

Sihtric gathers you in his arms, child and all. He inhales the scent of your hair. "She .. she looked just like you." He rasps. "It was like seeing you dead." His voice breaks and more tears streak down his face. "Oh, my love." You whisper soothingly, running your fingers into his hair.

"Just one more." Aethelstan mutters.

"Alright, you two get home. I'll take the boy." Says Finan. "No, we will keep him. Let him think I am his mother for a while." You reply. Finan makes a little noise, but you feel Sihtric nod.

"We'll keep him, for as long as he needs." Your husband says. He reluctantly lets you go. He looks at the boy and smiles a wain smile. "We can handle one more." He says.

Sihtric places his free hand on the small hand of your back. "Let's go home, with our sons." He purrs warmly.

The boy is clutching your skirts, looking up at the child Sihtric's brought you. Usually it is the other way around, you amusedly realise, you bring Sihtric new children every so often.

"You already have a place at our hearth and in our hearts." Sihtric murmurs, ruffling Aethelstan's hair. Aethlestan flusters and looks at his boots.

"Can I call you mom and dad, too?" He mutters. Sihtric stoops down to pick him up. "Of course you can." He murmurs. Aethelstan heaves a happy little sigh and leans into him.

#sihtric x reader #sihtric #arnas fedaravicius #tlk #the last kingdom

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anonymousbaev · 3 years

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RFA cheating on Mc (Jumin ver.)

Jumin: RFA reaction to Mc living her new life after they cheated on her and she left RFA.

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The way back home seemed so long, desperate to return home to the loving arms of her fiancé, that was the one thing on her mind. The week without him was painful, and she knew he missed her just as much. Chuckling to herself, only imagining how happy Jumin would be to see she returned home a day earlier than expected, she dragged her luggage against the concrete with a satisfying sound.

Her heart pounded a little to the thrilling feeling, to the point of humming to herself with a small but cheery grin. Briefly, she greeted all the bodyguards outside and thanked them for their hard-work to which they only gave a tense nod to. She shrugged it off. It was a Sunday after all, nobody wants to be at work over the weekend.

She unlocked the front door and skillfully slipped out of her black heels. A warm feeling came over her as she scanned the penthouse. Everything was the same, nothing had changed from the week she had temporary left for work. She was finally back home.

A small whimper caught her attention as she smiled and crouched down to meet eyes with her fiancé's beloved kitten, “Hi princess, did you miss me?” the kitty purred when her ma pet her soft fur as if replying to Mc.

Using the couch next to her, she steadied herself as she stood back up to look for Jumin. The house was noiseless, but there was no way Jumin was still at work right? That would be crazy. It was becoming twelve pm. But then again, she knew how much of a workaholic her fiancé was. It'd be no surprise. She giggled to herself as she made a mental note: Remind Jumin to shut down at times.

Elizabeth the third followed Mc as she dragged her luggage towards the master bedroom. Mc thought it would be nice to prepare a small surprise for when Jumin had returned home. Yet, little did she know he was in fact already home,

“Oh Jumin baby, I should get going now. It’s getting late~” Mc stood still, there was no way she was hearing this right now. Only tightly clenching onto her skirt, she left her luggage and carefully approached the door. She only held onto the last bit of her hope as she tried convincing herself, that wasn't her husband, it wasn't what it seemed like,

This had to be some kind of sick joke.

But no, it was no joke and she had never imagined for her fiancé to be so unfaithful. It killed her to see Jumin in bed with another woman, especially when he had avoided it with Mc using the treacherous excuses he made, “not until marriage” he said... “not until marriage because it was untraditional”. Yet here he was making out with another woman, Mc had never once seen in her life and so, was this considered traditional to him?

Bottles of wine were scattered across the floor, but Mc could see that he was still sober. Mc didn’t know with what courage she had to be able to barge in, but she did. And she was furious. Furious... but heartbroken as her pitiful tears fell.

Jumin watched Mc as she stood with tears streaming down her face, only then did he look around and realize his mistake. Desperately, he pushed the woman off of him as he watched Mc walk out. He needed to get to her, he couldn’t afford to lose her for this. He told himself... he would make it up to her, whatever it would take. He wasn't losing her, not her.

Barely with the tip of her hand, he managed to grab her as she glared into his regretful eyes, “Mc, please darling let’s talk.”

“There’s nothing to talk about Jumin, everything is pretty damn clear.”

“I didn’t say anything yet, you need to calm down. You’re just making everything much more unpleasant than needs be.”

“You don’t need to say anything! What you were doing, laying in bed with a stranger, just a few days away from our wedding!? Doesn’t that explain everything!?” She screamed with her voice only raising with each word, “I have every right to be angry!” Elizabeth the third cried at the discomfort of her owners arguing with bloodshot eyes, both lovers trying their best to keep their tears at bay. But Mc broke down, unable to hold down any further with her voice shakey from the sobs, she continued, “I was so excited, Jumin. To be able to see you after a week without you being hell, but now… I just wish you would stay away. I wish I could go somewhere far, far away from you.”

Mc knew nothing was coming out from this, she let out a shaky sigh as she tried to calm herself. And the fact that Jumin was arrogantly trying to justify his actions, rather than asking for forgiveness, accept his wrongdoings... it only reminded her again and again,

How he just didn't care.

Yanking at the golden ring, it left a small bruise on her finger, “Jumin... we’re over. This engagement, this wedding it’s over.” she choked.

Oh, but he wasn't about to let her go like that. Every time she slipped out of his grip, he would hold tighter, more firmer. Letting her know, he wasn't allowing her a step outside from his penthouse.

Eventually, Jumin used full force, to the point of his fingers leaving marks on her wrist as he pulled her. She stumbled, having trouble with staying steady as she slightly tripped, Jumin's grip on her being the only thing, holding her up.

It was his intention to keep her from leaving, but never to hurt her. He yelled in concern as he secured her body in his arms, "MC! Are you alright? I would never purposely hurt you." Looking down at her swollen ankle, it was clear it'd been twisted. When she raised her head, Jumin saw her, in fear and pain.

This time, when she pulled away, he didn't hold her back. He watched her limp out as the tears caught in his eyes began to pour out. Unable to comprehend what'd just happened, he couldn't believe he had touched her like that, hurt her like that. And not only physically but mentally.

Mc strolled the streets with the luggage scraping against the concrete, this time with different thoughts in mind.

She wondered, if she had stayed home, would he have stayed loyal to her? Her twisted ankle was the smallest of her concerns, even a little thankful for it because... it lessened the pain in her stinging heart.

It was funny, how things could go South so quickly. But all she wanted now, was an escape. Somewhere far... from here.

She crouched down on the cold floor till her eyes felt they held no more tears. She had run out. Clutching even harder on her carry-on suitcase, she stumbled over to the river. Specifically the Han river, how ironic.

She took a deep breath in and shouted all her worries away, “JUMIN HAN! HAVE YOU EVER LOVED ME?” She threw her phone it with her screams as she watched the river gladly swallow it. The water had small ripples and she only looked up to the night sky when they all disappeared.

Hell no, it was no doubt she still loved him, even after that. But had he felt the same? You don't hurt people you love... But he had exactly done that, she was broken. Maybe he had never loved her after all. Mc let out a empty chuckle and called a cab.

Mc was aware the RFA wouldn't be planning any parties anytime soon, of course she had that calculated. She wasn't a irresponsible person to just run off after breaking up with her ex- fiancé. She just needed a break, time to think, before she returned and had to sort things out.

When she had left, Jumin felt distressed and asked Seven for her location. But being the genius hacker he was, he felt something odd. So instead, after checking that she was fine, he let her alone and only tracked her location to personally visit her a few months after. He knocked at the door on the 3rd floor of a normal apartment.

A middle aged woman opened the door as she opened her eyes wide at the sight of him, "Hello, you are...?"

Seven didn't hesitate to answer her, he was absolutely sure this was the place and the woman looked similar to Mc. This boy knows he is always accurate if not correct, "Hi! I'm looking for Mc, is she here right now?"

The woman smiled at the mention of Mc as she let Seven in, "Oh my, so many handsome lads are looking for my daughter Hoho." He brushed off her comment at the part of 'so many handsome lads' as he followed her into the house and stopped at a shut door.

He chuckled a little at the small sign in front with Mc's name written in bold, it looked like something she had done when she was a lot younger. His laugh didn't last long though, because he became immediately silent at the sound of her muffled cries.

Seven glanced at Mc's mom as she gave him a small nod and knocked on the door. He heard a loud crash inside the room before a reassurance Mc gave 'him', "Mom I'm fine!"

"It's Saeyoung, Mc." He laughed a little before Mc opened the door with her eyes pink with her voice locked by hiccups.

"Mom I'll be back..." she held his hand and practically dragged him outside to sit on the stairway.

She tightly hugged her knees and fiddled with her hoodie, "Did he send you here?"

Her voice was quiet but it echoed slightly as he shook his head, "No. He asked how you were doing, where you were. But I didn't say anything. Can you... tell me what happened?"

She looked up to see his golden eyes only to plainly ignore his question, "Thank you. Is he doing well?"

"I don't know, Jumin hyung is a hard book to read." That was obviously a lie, because he knew well that Jumin was not doing well as he fell into his unhealthy and old habits after Mc left.

"Saeyoung, can I ask you for a favor?" He nodded with a smile as she did the same, it was a truly beautiful smile he hadn't seen for months. But it was painful to see her smile with the next sad words that followed, "I'm quitting the RFA."

The only thing that crossed his mind when she had said that was how pitiful it was, how a loving couple that had planned on getting married just a few weeks ago suddenly falling out of touch on a single night. Yet, both of them held their breath, and they grew distant with the people around them completely oblivious to the situation. Seven knew no answer would be heard from Mc, if he wanted to know... the truth would have to be coming from Jumin.

Something that had upset her, enough for her to quit a organization she had loved to be a part of- it would only upset her to push the truth out.

He remained his smile as he gave her another nod, "Anything else?"

"Can you show him this? Let him know I'm over it, and he should too? Tell him I'm doing fine, Saeyoung... please." She unlocked her new phone, opening her gallery to a bunch of pictures to her with her new lover. All loving couple pictures, and she looked so lively in them... so why were you crying in your room earlier Mc?...

"Promise to keep in touch with me though, Mc. I'll always be here for you."

"Yeah yeah... I don't have to send you these pics right? You can hack into my phone, probably how you found my location." She rolled her eyes as she joked.

...

Back in the empty penthouse, Jumin drowned himself in wine as he noticed his phone buzz at the notification of Seven's messages. He almost jumped, knocking down the glass of wine on his counter as it shattered and spilled like blood. He knew the messages would be about Mc, he didn't hesitate to click on it. The only thing that stood out to him was the picture of the woman he had loved and still love, kissing another man. He laughed, resting his head on his hand as he clutched the picture of her to his heart. It reminded him yet again of the one good thing that used to be in his life, and the only one person he wanted- but would never have.

#mysme headcanons #mysme #mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanons #mysme jumin #jumin #jumin han #han jumin #mm jumin #jumin x mc #mc x jumin

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warren-lauren · 4 years

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What are you afraid of? - 1977!Brian May x reader smut

Warnings: swearing, smut, shower sex, jealousy, 18+ readers, PHOTO CREDIT (to the owner)

@mrs-jack-murphy thank you for your request...

Prompt: What are you afraid of?

No strings. No feelings. Just sex. Easy, right? Wrong. Fuck was you wrong.

It started harmless enough. You'd known and had been best friends with the lads for years, there since the Smile days, later becoming Queen's 'stylist'. It was just an excuse to hang out all these years. One day Brian offered to take you out for a few drinks, help you get over your arsehole ex-boyfriend who'd just dumped you for your flatmate. A few drinks lead to a few more and you confessing a tiny crush you had on Brian, which led to some drunken kissing and some rather explicit touching.

As much fun as it was touring, you knew first hand how tiring and stressful it could be. There weren't many options when it came to ways to relieve your stress, sleeping with the odd groupie helped, but sometimes even that was more hassle than it was worth for Brian and you didn't exactly have that option. That's how you agreed to the next tour. Brian wanted to spend his nights fucking you, no one else.

The next morning when you woke-up in Brian's bed being brought a freshly brewed mug of tea, you thanked him and apologized for the drunken state you'd gotten in. The two of you spent practically all day talking in Brian's bed like it was nothing.

No strings. No feelings. Just sex.

It seemed so easy. You were both recently single, you'd always gotten on, the sex had been fucking hot and you were already going to be on tour so no one would be suspicious. It was all great, perfectly fine until it wasn't.

You moaned loudly as you came for the third time that night, your nails scratching down Brian's back as he fucked you hard. His lips kissed and ripped at your neck as he continued to slam into you.

"God, you're beautiful." He whispered into your ear, nipping at your earlobe. "All mine, aren't you?" You nodded. "Say it."

"Yours."

"Louder," Brian growled as he fucked you harder.

"Yours." You moaned. "Oh, God, I love you!"

"What?" Brian asked, pushing himself up so he could look at your face.

You gulped shaking your head. "N-Nothing," You answered, your voice shakey as you pushed him back and sat up, moving away from him.

Brian sat up as well, letting out a heavy sigh as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. "Y/N, you know- I-"

"M'sorry, Brian," You sobbed.

He shook his head as he stood up. "M' sorry, I can't-"

You held your tears in as you listened to Brian gather his things and make a hasty exit. The moment the door slammed shut you fell onto the mattress, sobbing into your pillow as you curled up into a ball. You were an idiot to think you could ignore your heart.

Thankfully the next day wasn't a show day but it meant you were traveling, which meant you were also going to be spending all day with Brian. You didn't speak a word to him, you didn't even look at him.

You felt so fucking stupid, you'd agreed not to let feelings get involved but how could you not. Brian was the perfect gentleman. Caring and kind, smart, funny, talented, he always cared about your needs. Even long before the two of you started sleeping together, Brian was always there for you. He could tell just from one look at you when you were upset or worried. He knew how you liked your coffee in the morning unless you're hungover then you want a strong mug of tea.

You should have said no to the bloody party when Roger asked if you about it but you found yourself there, regretting it. You tried not to watch Brian as he whispered into the young girl's ear, making her giggle and touch his arm. You wanted to enjoy yourself, have a good time at the party you'd been dragged to, forget about everything that happened, but you couldn't. Your heart was only breaking even more.

"If we're doing this, then it's just us. We sleep with no one else." Brian brushed back your hair with his right hand as he looked down at you, his left arm around your shoulders.

You nodded. "Agreed. I'm yours and you're mine." You let out a small laugh. "But, just sex."

Brian grinned. "And other things."

You hadn't even realized you were crying until Roger stood in front of you, blocking your view of Brian and the young girl. "Hey, what's up?" He asked, reaching up to brush away the few tears that had started falling.

You shook your head, quickly wiping the rest of the tears away. "No-Nothing, Rog, I'm fine." You mustered up the best smile you could but it failed to fill your face like your real smiles do.

Roger shook his head, a frown setting deep in his brow as he stepped closer to you. He reached up and cupped your face, lightly brushing his thumb over your cheek as he did. "C'mon, love, I know you, remember?" He smirked a little, wiggling his eyebrows making you smile. "I've seen your real smile, hell, I've put a real smile on your face, so I know for a fact, you're lying."

You let out a short gasp before you reached up and punched Roger's shoulder jokingly. "Shut up!" You grinned at him.

Roger beamed. "There we go." He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Now, tell me what's wrong, please?" He whispered into your ear as he held you close.

Your eyes met Brian's as he glared at you and Roger, he looked pissed as he watched you hug Roger back and bury your head in his shoulder. "It's nothing, Roger," You smiled pulling back, cupping his face in between your hands. "Promise." You whispered before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, silently thanking him for the hug before excusing yourself to the ladies.

You didn't really need to go, you just needed to get some space between you and Brian. You stood over the sink as you stared into the mirror, you looked so sad and pathetic. Being in love wasn't meant to make you feel like crap. God, you hated yourself right now.

"What the FUCK, was all that about?" The door to the restroom flew open as Brian barged in surprising you and the two other women that were in there.

You sent them an apologetic look as they quickly made a run for it, leaving you and Brian in the room alone. "You can't just barge in here, Brian." You scolded him, turning away from him.

"And you can't shag, Roger... again." He hissed.

Your eyes widened as you spun back around to face him. "How DARE YOU, tell me who I can and can't fuck. You don't see me telling you to put your dick away, do you?"

"And what does that mean?"

"I mean that slutty groupie you've practically been humping all night, Bri," You frowned, folding your arms over your chest. "You don't see me getting all pissy, about her, do you?"

"There is no her, Y/N."

"And there's no me and Roger, Brian." You snapped. "Not that it's any of your business if there was. Now, if you'll excuse me," You began to walk past him to leave but Brian grabbed a hold of your upper arm. "Let go, Brian."

"No, not until we talk about this,"

"Oh, now you want to talk," You scoffed, pulling your arm out of his grip. "There is nothing, to talk about and if there was, I don't want to, so piss off!"

"Please," Brian whispered as he wrapped his arm around your waist, ignoring your protest. "Please, baby," He tried to lean in and kiss you, knowing you always couldn't resist his lips but this time you weren't having it.

"No!" You raised your hand and slapped Brian across his face, your tears falling as you saw the hurt look cross his beautiful eyes but you were hurt too. "You don't get to decide when we talk. You lost that right when you walked out. Goodbye, Brian,"

Brian stood staring after you as you disappeared out the door. You looked so hurt and betrayed as you looked up at him and then when you left. He hated seeing you cry and it was because of him. He thought he could ignore what you had said and he could just go back to how things were before you started sleeping with each other, that's why he was talking to the groupie, trying to make himself forget all about you but he couldn't. You had taken up permanent residence in his head now.

"Shit," Brian's shoulders sagged as he let out a short sigh of despair. "Idiot!" He grabbed ahold of the door handle and yanked the door open, his eyes began searching for you in the crowded room but you were gone.

You ripped your clothes from your body as soon as you stepped into your hotel room, you needed to wash away the day. You wrapped a towel around you once you were naked and walked into the ensuite and turned the shower on when there was a repeated pounding on your door. You frowned as you looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror, God you looked awful. You sighed before you walked to the door and opened it, immediately regretting not checking beforehand who it was.

"What do you want, Brian?" You let out a heavy sigh as you turned away from the door.

"To talk," Brian spoke as he walked in and shut the door behind him.

"No," You snapped looking over your shoulder to him. "We don't need to talk, you made everything clear when you walked out that night. That's it, we're done." You whimpered the last few words. "Now," You cleared your throat. "If you don't mind," You stepped around him and walked into the bathroom, your tears slowly falling.

Brian reached out to grab you but stopped himself. "Please, Y/N, let me explain," Brian pleaded. You shook your head as you pushed the bathroom door to but not closing it all the way. Brian could see you in the mirror as you let your towel drop to the floor. His breathing caught in his throat as he watched you get into the shower, not protesting his presence so he took that as his cue to talk. "How I reacted that night was, fucking stupid, I know," He sighed. "I'm sorry, okay, I never meant to hurt you-"

You scoffed. "You have a bloody funny way of doing it," You hissed at him through the door.

"Please, Y/N, you took me by surprise, with your words. They, they were the last words I had expected you to say. I never," Brian's voice cracked as his own tears began to fall. "I, I was afraid,"

"What are you afraid of?" You asked. You'd abandoned showering yourself at this point, you just stood under the water silently crying, your body shaking.

"Hurting you," He cried leaning on the door frame. "I love you, have for years. But, I was always, too scared to tell you. I thought you wouldn't love me back. I, I'm no good for you, Y/N," He sighed.

"Why, would you think that?"

Brian slowly pushed the bathroom door open, wanting to be closer to you. "You said it yourself, this lifestyle isn't one you would want to share with a man,"

"When?"

"When you broke-up with, Roger."

Roger. You closed your eyes letting out a soft sigh. "Brian," You thought about what he was referring to. "Roger and I dated for three weeks in college, Brian. In that time he managed to flirt with every girl he met, make-out with two others and finger one in a bathroom at one of your gigs. It was his way with women, I couldn't share my life with," You let out a small chuckle as you thought back to when you were younger. You were never really upset when you found out what Roger was up to with other girls, apart of you always knew he'd still be like that. You were never mean to be more than friends, who'd shagged, a lot.

"Ever the gentleman," Brian tutted making you smile. "So, not the band?"

"Not the band."

Brian let out a deep sigh as he ran his hand down his face. "I was being selfish, Y/N, I wanted to have you but I didn't want to get my heart broken, so that's why I said the no feelings things," He let out a heavy sigh as leaned and against the sink looking into the fogged mirror. "I was a fool to think no one would get hurt, to think I could make myself just want your body and not all of you. I was, trying, to be this big rockstar, like Roger is women but, who am I kidding," He huffed. "I can't, I, I fucking love you, Y/N and I am truly sorry for being a, a,"

"A piss flap?" You let out a small giggle turning to face Brian's shadow on the other side of the curtain.

He nodded smiling. "Yes, one of those." He chuckled briefly before he also turned to face your shadow. "Can you forgive me?"

You were silent for a few seconds, the only sound being that of the water hitting the bathtub. Brian's heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest as he waited for your answer. He almost jumped out of his skin when you pulled back the curtain with no shame, baring your glistening wet body to him. His mouth went dry as his eyes fell to your chest, your nipples hardening from the sudden cool breeze.

"Only if you join me," The corners of your mouth slowly began to rise into a mischievous grin as you watched Brian.

His eyes darkened as he ran his tongue across his bottom lip, slowly bobbing his head as he began to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way.

Brian was climbing into the shower with you before he'd even taken his underwear off, his large calloused hands held your face as he leaned down to press his lips against yours in a hungry kiss. Your hands slid over his hips as you kissed him back, your fingers hooking into the waistband of his soaking underwear to push them down his long legs.

"Beautiful," Brian whispered against your lips, his hands running down your neck and shoulders, over your breast and down your sides and over the curve of your arse as the hot water cascaded over his head and down his body. "So, beautiful," He moaned against your lips.

You moaned into his mouth as you rolled your hips against him. "Please, Bri, need you,"

"I know," He growled. He moved his hands to the backs of your thighs as he bent, scooping you up and pinning your body against the wall as he wrapped your legs around his waist. He kissed across your jaw and nipped at your neck as he rolled his hips against your pussy, pulling a deep moan from your chest. "Fuck, I need you, love," Brian moaned as he grabbed a hold of his cock.

"Please, baby," You pressed your lips against him in a messy kiss, tangling your fingers in his long curls. "Please, Bri, fuck me," You begged.

Brian hummed as he brushed the head of his cock through your wet lips before he began to push into you slowly. You both cried out from the immense pleasure you felt as Brian filled you fully. Your legs squeezed around Brian's waist and your nails dug into his shoulders, moaning loudly. Brian drew his hips back until the head of his cock was almost out before slamming back into you.

"Oh, fuck," You moaned.

Brian grunted as he slowly continued to fuck you. "Fuck, love your pussy, so much," Brian kissed your neck. "God, I love you,"

You nodded, gasping as he hit deep inside of you. "Love you too, Brian, so fuck," You cried out.

Your back burned from where it was banging into the cold tiled wall, but you didn't care. You pulled him closer, pulling at his hair as your pussy squeezed around him. Your moans mixed and echoed around the bathroom along with the sound of skin slapping skin and that of the streaming water.

Brian slipped his hand between your bodies and pressed his long rough fingers against your hot sensitive clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he rammed into you, his mouth sucking at your neck as you moaned out in pure ecstasy.

"That's it, baby, squeeze my cock," Brian hissed as he felt you squeeze him over and over.

"Yes, oh God, Bri, yes," The air was knocked from your lungs as Brian worked your orgasm from you, fast and hard he worked his cock inside of you.

The hand that was holding you up gripped hold of your thigh and ass, digging his mark into you as Brian held his cock deep inside of you, cumming hard.

You kissed at Brian's jaw and cheek, slowly moving to his lips. The kiss you shared was slow and passionate as Brian gently put you back onto your feet, his hands sliding up your sides, gently brushing over your breasts.

You pulled back taking in a deep breath. "Wow," You whispered, your warm breath hitting Brian's mouth.

He took a deep breath nodding, his lips curling up into a smitten smile. "Wow," He chuckled softly, glancing down, his face taking on a slight blush as he looked between your bodies. "You do forgive me, right, love?"

You nodded smiling. "Of course, I do, Bri. I love you," You reached up to brush some of his wet curls from his face. "I. Love. You." You kissed him in between each word.

Brian chuckled, nodding. "And, I love you,"

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