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wonderfilworld · 3 years

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Tease - J.P.

James Potter x reader where you tease him all night and he loses it.

a/n: this is for a request: “so i wanted one which like y/n was teasing james all night and when they go to the room dom james and like punishing us”

word count: 3.3k

warnings/contains: NSFW!! smut: daddy!kink, oral, choking, unprotected sex; kissing, cursing. Let me know if I missed anything!

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It started before you left for dinner.

James noticed you decided to wear that dress. The dress that showed off a little cleavage and a lot of leg. And it wasn’t that James didn’t like the dress - the opposite, actually - but let’s just say that James can’t exactly control himself around you in it. And how could he? You looked like an actual goddess and James was just doing his part by worshipping you.

So no, the problem wasn’t that you were wearing the dress, the problem was that the two of you were going out to dinner with some friends tonight and, well, he couldn’t exactly jump your bones in the middle of a crowded restaurant.

Well he didn’t really have a problem with it, but he figured you would so that’s why he respectfully tried to jump your bones before dinner, like a gentleman.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he said as he stood behind you. You were in front of the mirror trying to put your earrings on. It was proving to be a bit difficult, however, with your boyfriend nibbling on your earlobe.

“James, stop,” you said as he started planting wet kisses on the side of your neck. They were hot, open mouthed kisses, and when he got to the base of your neck he started sucking and licking, and you knew what he was trying to do. “We’re going to be late.”

“Don’t care,” he said, words muffled against your skin as he kissed his way back up your neck. His hands were wrapped around your front, one making its way to your breasts, giving them a firm squeeze one at a time as he takes your earlobe between his teeth once more.

You drop your head back on his shoulder and indulge him a little, letting him have his fun before you had to leave. Truthfully, you did wear that dress for a reason, you know he loves it on you, and you thought it would be fun to tease him a little bit, know he can’t resist you when you wear it.

The hand that’s not fondling your breasts are traveling down your front, hooking under your dress and sliding up your bare thigh. You finally stop him then, grabbing the hand that’s inches away from your cunt and pulling it out of your dress before turning around to face him. “Nuh-uh, we’re leaving,” you tell him.

James actually pouts, bottom lip jutting out almost comically, as a whine leaves his throat. “Just five minutes, baby, please. Let me make you feel good.”

And his hand tries to make its way back under your dress as he leans in for a kiss. You grab his hand, holding it away from your body - but you do give him his kiss, planting a quick peck to his lips.

James huffs as you walk away, watching the way the fabric of the dress hangs to your hips as they sway from side-to-side. He readjusts his pants, praying the tent in them has disappeared by the time you meet up with your friends.

Tease.

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During dinner, things only got worse.

The two of you sat side-by-side, thighs touching as you laughed along with your friends. Every so often you would place your hand on his thigh, squeezing the muscle as your friends talked.

James was sure you were doing it on purpose, the way your hand moved up and down his thigh was too similar to the way you moved your hand up and down his cock, squeezing every so often. He was so sure the tent would return to his pants; his dick straining against the fabric, desperate for your touch, and James was going to fucking lose it. James absolutely hates being teased; he’d much rather do the teasing, likes it very much when you’re writhing under him as he gives you orgasm after orgasm, your pretty body covered in sweat begging for more because you can never get enough of him.

It made him angry, almost, at the fact that he had tried to have you before the two of you left, but you said no. He knows you didn’t care about being late - you never have before - so he was sure you did it just to get a rise out of him.

And it was fucking working.

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By the end of dinner, James was ready to leave that stupid fucking restaurant, take you home, and ask you what the fuck you thought you were doing.

Thankfully, that moment came sooner rather than later as your friends said goodbye to you for the night, and James quickly grabbed your hand and apparated you back home.

You arrived in your living room, stumbling from the way James practically threw your arm out of his grasp. He shrugged off his jacket almost violently as he stalked towards the bedroom. You follow him timidly; your brazen actions from earlier starting to create feelings of regret deep in your gut. You had hoped that once you got home James would pounce, devouring you and showering you in love and praise like normal. But now he seems almost mad, and you desperately wish you could go back in time.

When you get to the bedroom, you see the bathroom door open and you can hear James brushing his teeth. You go to join him, toeing your shoes off as you tuck your hair behind your ears.

You stand in the doorway and see that James has removed his shirt, and you watch the way the muscles in his back flex as he moves the toothbrush within his mouth. His pants are unbuckled, hanging low on his hips as he stands there.

You look into the mirror and see him staring at you; his eyes are blank, almost bored but you know better, know that you’re in big trouble. Your hands shake slightly as you reach for your own toothbrush, spreading toothpaste onto it before running it under the water and bringing it to your mouth.

You brush your teeth in silence - toothpaste comes out the sides of your mouth and he’s still looking at you and you want to tell him to stop, but you know you’re in for it already and you definitely don’t want to make it worse.

James finishes, spits out the toothpaste, and rinses his mouth before leaving you alone in the bathroom. You sigh before repeating him, walking out and entering the bedroom. He’s removed his pants now, sitting on his side of the bed in only his boxers, and you strip to your underwear as well before you join him.

“Did you think that was funny?”

You sigh, here we go, and say, “What do you mean?”

He turns and looks at you, and you can see that he’s not in the mood for games, doesn’t want to listen to your excuses, and you gulp before you say, “I didn’t think it was funny.”

“But you did it anyway.”

“I’m sorry,” you tell him, and it’s partly true. You’re sorry that your plan didn’t go as you’d hoped, sorry that he’s angry at you for teasing him. “Jus’ wanna make you feel good,” you reason with him.

You lean over and place a hand on his back, rubbing softly before bringing your hand up to play with his hair.

But James isn’t having it, grabs your hand, and yanks your body over until his face is a hair’s breadth away from yours. “You wanted to make me feel good by teasing me all night?”

“Daddy,” you pout, hoping the title he often bears in bed will make him take pity on you. “‘M sorry. Didn’t wanna make you mad.”

James scoffs but releases his hold on your wrist. “Y’wanted to make me feel good, hm?” His hand rests on your cheek now, almost sweetly, but you know better; can still feel the anger radiating off of him.

But you nod your head furiously anyway, wanting desperately to make it all better, to have your sweet and loving boyfriend back. “Yes, daddy,” Your eyes are wide; rounded out as you pout. “Please let me.”

James studies your face; he knows that you know he’s angry, that he’s not going to be gentle tonight, and he wants to make sure that you want this before he continues. He looks for any sign of hesitation in your eyes but finds none.

So with that in mind, he instructs you, “Get on your knees.”

You waste no time, sliding to the floor and settling on your knees. The hardwood is cold against your skin, and you use it to ground yourself as James situates himself on the end of the bed.

You’re between his spread legs, and you watch as he takes his dick out of his boxers, watches as he spits in his hand before grabbing his cock and pumping.

You whine, you want to do that, but James gives you a harsh look as he tells you to “Shut up.”

You watch as he strokes his cock, at the way he swipes his thumb over the head of it, and sighs through his nose. He looks so good like that - stroking his cock as he looks at you - and you pout again, silently begging him to let you take over.

“Come here,” he instructs. You lean forward and go to grab his cock but he stops you, “Keep your hands to yourself.” So you place your hands on your thighs instead.

You open your mouth and present your tongue. “There’s a good girl,” he mutters, watching as your lips envelop his cock.

You swipe your tongue along his slit, swallowing the precum that’s gathered there. You moan, this is what you’ve been waiting for, and James groans when he feels the vibrations from it.

One of his hands holds your hair, slowly guiding your head up and down his length. You look up at him, and god, he looks amazing: head thrown back, mouth hung open, eyebrows furrowed. You swell with pride at the fact that you can make him like this, and you want more, so you try your best to breathe through your nose as you sink down as far as you can on his cock.

James chokes on his breath, and it’s not until you feel his pubic hair against your nose do you realize that you took all of him. But almost as soon as your lips meet the base of his prick does your gag reflex react, forcing you off his cock completely as you cough.

You bring a hand up to wipe the spit from your mouth as you look up to James, “Sorry,” you say.

“Don’t be,” is all he says before grabbing your head and bringing it back down to his spit-covered cock.

You open your mouth, taking him in as you sink back down again. It’s easier this time, and you find that you can make it all the way down with little irritation, but can only hold there for so long before you are forced to come back up.

You keep this routine, mouth sliding up and down James’ cock as you run your tongue along the underside of it. Every so often you’ll stop to give special attention to the head, sucking softly at it before sinking right back down again.

“Fuck,” James groans, he can’t tear his eyes away from the image of your head bobbing on his cock, can only focus on the sound your mouth makes as you suck him off. He can feel the way your tongue moves up and down, the way your mouth suctions around the tip and it’s making him go crazy. He wants to hold your head in his hands and use your mouth; fuck your face and watch as you drool all over his cock and you can’t do anything but just take it.

But he doesn’t want to hurt you, and unless you specifically ask for that, he’s content with this - his hands are there as a guide for you; not pushing or pulling, simply a comfortable weight that he knows you love to have when you suck him off.

He lets out another low groan before he speaks again. “You like sucking daddy’s cock, baby?”

You whine at his filthy words, the shockwave of lust they bring shooting south, pooling in your panties. You nod as best as you can around him, not wanting to part with his cock for even a second, wanting to drink every last drop he gives you.

But he tugs your head off of him rather harshly as he speaks, “Get up.”

You do as he says, rising to your feet on shaky legs. James stands as well, directs your body to lie down on your back. His fingers hook under the waistband of your panties and he pulls them down, watching as the slick from your cunt connects to them.

He brings two fingers to your core feeling the wetness there. You moan as he plays with you, watch as he brings them back up to his face to stick them in his mouth.

James grabs at your legs and hikes them over the shoulders of his still-standing form and you whimper.

“This is for my pleasure, do you understand?” His tone is harsh, and it sends a chill down your spine. His hand finds its way to your throat and he gives it a firm squeeze.

“Yes, daddy,” you say quickly, not wanting to give him a reason to delay this any longer, you’ve needed him to fuck you all night, and now that you have the opportunity you are not going to let it get away.

James wastes no time guiding his thick cock into your cunt; where he would usually go slow, he instead pushes in swiftly, knocking the breath from your lungs. You grunt, tilting your head back as your eyes shut tightly. James’ hand is still encompassing your throat, a firm, unyielding necklace keeping you from moving away from the harsh thrusts he gives you.

He relentlessly pounds into you; your head bouncing off the mattress with each snap of his hips into yours. The swirling of arousal in your stomach tightens with each tap of his cock against the sensitive spot in your cunt. Your cries of pleasure are loud and they’re building by the second.

“S’this what you fuckin’ wanted?” James asks, fingers of the hand not on your throat melding bruises on the flesh of your hip where he holds you. “Wanted me to fuck you like this?”

And you try to say yes, but it’s so hard to speak as James manhandles your body. The sound of skin-slapping-skin echoes around the room, as does the way James grunts as your cunt repeatedly tightens around his cock.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight - shit,” He tells you, ending his sentence with a firm squeeze to your throat. He’s not constricting your air-flow by any means, just keeping his hand there as a way to tell you he can if you’re not good. “I fuck you all the time and you still feel like a fucking virgin.”

“Please,” you beg, “‘m so close.” your voice comes out shaky due to the distracting turning of your stomach and the way that James is still pounding into you without mercy.

“Don’t you dare,” he warns. He pulls out of you then, and you cringe at the lewd sound your pussy makes when he does so.

The hand around your throat leaves to grip the other side of your body as James picks you up, turns you around, and maneuvers your body until you’re on your knees on the bed, face pressed into the mattress as James continues his unabated rhythm against your poor cunt.

You want to reach down and rub your clit so bad; it’s aching and you know you won’t get a reprieve from the burning in your belly until you do.

“Daddy,” you whimper. “Please, please, please.”

“This isn’t about you,” he growls. “Now take my fucking cock.”

He’s mean and you can’t lie and say you don’t love it because you do, you know he can feel the way your pussy flutters around him when he says those filthy words.

But apparently, he wants more from you, doesn’t like how silent you’ve become. And it’s not because it doesn’t feel good - it fucking does - but you’re too focused on not cumming that you can’t cry out like you want to, can’t acknowledge the fact that his cock repeatedly rubs against that spot inside of you that makes you go fucking crazy.

So, he wraps his arms around your front, one returning to your neck as the other anchors your bottom half on his cock, and pulls your body to press flush against his perspiring chest as he tells you what he’s going to do.

“I’m gonna cum in this tight fuckin’ cunt,” he starts, speaking into your ear as your body rocks with his. “And you’re gonna take all of it.”

“Yes, daddy,” you’re out of breath, body exhausted. “Want it all,” you mewl.

He’s cumming then, hot spurts coating the inside of your cunt as he holds you against him. Your mouth drops open at the feeling; at the fact that it’s so much, still coming out of his spent cock and dripping out of you and down your thighs.

You're gripping his arms like a vice, refusing to let go because you know you’ll fall face first onto the bed if you do. He’s still going, determined to give you every last drop.

Finally he pulls out, turns your body, and lays you down on your back. He opens your legs, kneels on the ground and watches as his cum leaks from your pussy.

He presses kisses to the inside of your thigh as he whispers, “So good, baby, so good for me.”

You squirm from the praise and the feeling of James’ lips against your sensitive skin. You haven’t cum yet and it’s frustrating - there’s a burning knot in your stomach and it radiates through your whole body.

“Daddy,” you say again, voice whiny and small.

“I know, I know,” he says, and he brings a hand to your messy pussy and rubs his thumb against your clit.

“Ah,” Your body jerks, nearly shoots all the way up - you’re so sensitive - and you didn’t expect it to be so intense when he touched you.

But he’s rubbing small circles furiously on your bundle of nerves as you try your hardest to wiggle away, he has his other arm draped over your lower stomach and there’s nowhere for you to go. You realize that you’re crying, fat tears rolling down the expanse of your cheeks as you sob out for James, that you can’t take it anymore.

“Come on, baby,” James encourages you, “Cum all over daddy’s fingers.”

And the ball within your belly explodes, fire shooting through every vein in your body as you yell out a mantra of daddy, daddy, daddy!

Your eyes are shut so tightly that you see white specs float across your eyelids. Your head is back, spine arched as James continues to play with your puffy clit, determined to help you ride out this orgasm as long as possible.

Your body slumps back on the bed, chest heaving as James gets up and leans over your body to brush the hair out of your face.

You open your eyes and are met with the concerned face of your boyfriend. “Hey, baby, you still with me?”

You smile softly at him, you’re so exhausted you can’t manage anything other than to bring your hand up to his face, running your thumb along his cheek. “Hi,” you whisper.

He smiles then, standing back up as he tells you, “gonna go get something to clean you up with.”

He walks off, and you lie there, chest heaving up and down, and you smile to yourself.

“I love you!” you shout to him as he enters the bathroom.

“Yeah, yeah,” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

So maybe your plan was a success after all.

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shorkbrian · 4 years

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Gentle Gentle

idk I’m just really in a soft gentle mood?

(NSFW, noncon, cunnilingous)

Like akjshdkjafhk imagine Kuroo.

Homeboy is often riled up, likes sex a lot, isn’t afraid of a little pain or causing you some discomfort during said sex. His punishments are rough - if Kuroo catches you trying to pick at the locks on the front door, if you try to spit at him or hit him, if you scream about how much you hate him and how he’s ruined your life - prepare for pain or overstimulation or long days of hurt. Aside from punishments, he’s a passionate man, can be a bit too much sometimes, but there are moments when he’s gentle.

Moments where he gets home from work, gives you a long, squeezing hug before pulling you in for the sweetest of kisses, whispering about how much he missed you.

Moments when he takes you by the hand, pulls you into his lap, cards his fingers through your hair while he talks to you about any-and-everything, enjoying just having you close and how warm you are and how lucky he is to have you all to himself.

Moments when he picks you up bridal-style, plants little smooches against your hairline while he carries you into the bedroom. Sets you gently down on the bed (our bed, he insists) and starts carefully stripping you out of your clothes.

You’re too tired to fight him anymore, it’s far too easier to just go along with whatever he wants, do whatever he says, let him chase his desires. Fighting back would just result in him being disappointed with you, maybe considering a punishment. Fighting back would just make you hurt.

When he’s in a gentle mood, Kuroo takes his time with you. Lets his hands feel every inch of your skin, kiss down your throat, pausing to kiss and breathe into your mouth for a bit, his eyes closed as he basks in his feelings of love and contentment.

With both of you naked, that's when he slides down on the bed, grabs one of your hands and squeezes it lovingly while he nestles in between your thighs. Goes slow as he kisses up each leg, tender with each movement, he just loves you so much.

You can’t stand to look at him when he starts to get closer to your cunt. Can’t stand to look at your kidnapper, your captor. A man you trusted before he trapped you in his home and kept you locked away from the outside world.

Kuroo likes to worship your body, delicately kisses at your folds, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles as he holds your hand.

He goes slow, soft as he makes out with your lower lips. Runs his tongue in-between them, catches your clit, sucks at it lazily. You’re breathless above him, trying your best not to writhe and push down on his tongue.

The pace never picks up, never increases. Sometimes, if he has the time, Kuroo spends a few hours between your legs, just lazily sucking at you, mouthing at your pussy with the utmost care in the world. Lets you cum on his tongue, smiles and presses a kiss with an “I love you” to your thigh as he lets you come down from your high. Then he starts up again, slurping and nursing at your cunt.

There’s no frenzied, desperate actions - Kuroo likes to build you up slowly, let your orgasm wash over you and pull you under slowly. He isn’t hurried or rushed, just wants to feel you, make you feel good.

He’s gentle.

It’s impossible for him to get tired of eating you out. But when his erection has been pressing hard and drooling against his hip for the better part of the last hour and a half, Kuroo will back off of worshipping the pink flesh between your legs.

Crawls up your body, kissing as he goes. Whispering praise and adoration for you, lets his hands wander. When he comes face-to-face with you, he usually pauses, stares down at you with kind eyes, just drinking in your features. He loves you so much.

The kindness in his eyes hurts you to see. How a man so loving and good could do something as despicable as he had made your head spin. Kuroo was patient, attentive, friendly and warm. But he was also selfish, jealous, scared to let the other kids even lay eyes on his toy in fear that they would try to take it from him.

If he had gone about things differently...... maybe you could have loved him.

That “maybe” hurt most of all.

The idea that his love and tenderness and feelings could have been mutual had he only given you more time. The two of you could’ve had something special, something soft and beautiful and reciprocal. What a waste. It was too painful to think about the “maybe” and what could’ve been.

Kuroo kisses you like he’s trying to give you something, show you something. Show you how much he needs you, give you all of the feelings he holds for you that sit close to his heart. You can taste yourself on his tongue when he slips it into your mouth.

The man always holds your hand when he’s like this, kisses your knuckles, embraces you like a lover.

You’re always so wet and well-prepared for him by this point that it doesn’t hurt when he pushes in. The man wraps his arms around you as he closes his eyes in bliss, tries to cover every inch of your face with sweet little kisses.

Despite waiting for so long, his thrusts are never frenzied, never rough or hurtful when he’s in a gentle mood.

Just slow and deep, hitting you in all the right spots to have you moaning sweetly into his neck. He loves your sounds.

Even when he get’s close, he doesn’t speed up. Keeps the same steady, unhurried pace and lets his orgasm build - lets it overtake him languidly, always shivers when he finally cums.

He asks if you’d like to cum again, a good lover when he’s in a gentle mood. Usually you say no, already more than satisfied with the attention he’s already forced upon you. But sometimes if the heat has built up in your tummy again, you find yourself nodding bashfully. You hate it.

It isn’t fair that he makes you feel so good.

Kuroo always smiles no matter your answer. When you give a hesitant little nod that means you want release, he gives your forehead a kiss. You’re his good girl.

He likes settling himself back down in-between your legs again. His cum doesn’t particularly taste pleasant, but Kuroo’s willing to do anything for you. As he cleans you of his seed, his tongue dipping inside to suck everything out, you find yourself rising to an orgasm again. He treats you with the utmost care, makes it as good as possible for you, tries his best to make you feel better than good, make you feel amazing.

It’s the least he can do, when you make him feel amazing without even trying.

After he slowly works you through another orgasm, only then does he rest.

Lays beside you, watches the rise and fall of your chest as you breath. lets his hands wander again, caressing your face, your hair, the dip of your waist. Kuroo isn’t able to convey how much he loves you with words, so he tries to show you through actions, with his touch and attention.

He isn’t bad when he’s gentle.

But yet it still makes your heart ache.

#yandere #yandere haikyuu #yandere kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo #gentle #tw noncon #forced relationship #yandere thoughts #yandere imagines

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sashi-ya · 3 years

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{+18} – Cherry Blossom & Tangerines – Trafalgar Law x Y/n – Part 4

Modern AU. Trip to Jeju Island, SK. No spoilers.

Female reader. No physical descriptions. Everybody is +18, canon ages. Chopper is human.

Tw: NSFW, Bondage, soft sub/dom relationship. Fluff.

A/N: Everything included of Jeju Island is pure research. Excuse me in advance if there is something that’s not 100% accurate! Keep in mind is purely inspired ♥

The drawing was inspired on a draw base I found at Pinterest, I couldn't find the artist of the base, so if you know it please tell me ♥

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31059467

» List of parts: {P1} {P2} {P3} {P4} {P5} {P6}«

Word Count: 4.3K

Chapter 4

Outside, the storm was hitting really hard. The thunder sounds mixed with the waves going violent and some lightings sneaked through the little windows the beacon had. The temperature on the coast had lowered considerably, but inside our love nest, our skin began to heat more and more.

Law slid a hand through my thighs, and slowly lifted my dress. His warm hands traveled through my leg, feeling his fingers burying on my skin as he went up. I got his grey gaze fixed on my eyes; an almost perverse smile garnished his face.

He grabbed the inside of my thighs, firmly, almost violently. A piercing sight that screamed how he wanted to devour me showed on his eyes.

Law smirked, planted a kiss on my lips, and then whispered into my ear, “We haven’t discussed anything about kinks yet, right?”. I gasped, my breathing was already uncontrolled, but I managed to answer a strangle “We… didn’t”. What kinks does this man have?...

“Don’t be afraid, we are not doing anything you don’t want, ok?. I like, sometimes, to have control over others”, he said, and the ghosting breath over my neck and ear made my body squirm. “You do?”, I mumbled. “I do, almost as if you were entering my room… my operation room. Do you want to be controlled, Y/n-ya?”. Of course, I want to, I’ve been waiting for this, Law. “Yes… master? sir?” I asked, and made him aware that I was clearly into that type of sexual dynamics.

“Good…”, he said, now with a bigger smile and a burning eyes. “Stand up, and do as I say. If something makes you uncomfortable, please, tell me. Is that right?. Oh, and Sir it’s ok”, he ordered me.

“Yes, Sir”, I said as I got up from the pillows on the floor. He sat on a little single couch that was suspiciously placed just in front of the spot he had ordered me to stand on.

Law crossed his legs in the most seductive way, unbuttoned the first five buttons of his shirt and said, “Good, baby. Now, undress for me -slowly-”. He told me pointing at a specific spot next to the spiral staircase of the lighthouse.

I had decided to completely surrender to him, he was now, my master. I did as he said instantly. I took off my dress, sliding the soft fabric material over my sunburned skin. I was still in my swimsuit, and stopped for a minute wondering if I had to take that off too. “I love your bikini, but I want you completely naked for me”, he told me, turning his head to the side checking every inch of my skin, every curve.

When I was finally naked, he raised his right tattooed hand and marked me with his index finger to knelt in front of him. I did as he moved his finger, almost if he had some sort of power capable of moving my body.

He stood up, approached me and began to untie his swim shorts. I thought he was going to take the shorts off, but didn’t. He simply took the cord of them, and the shorts slowly became loosen and got lower enough to be stopped by his hip bones, but letting my eyes admire the little happy trail of hairs in the middle of his perfectly V shaped abs.

“Give me your hands”, he commanded me, looking down at me. “Yes”, I gasped. “Yes, what?” he said, frowning. “Yes, sir” I corrected myself quickly as I showed him my hands. “Good, baby girl. I love your wrists, you know?”, my master said caressing them sweetly. Until all of a sudden and with an almost savage movement he brought my hands back and began to tie them with the cord of his shorts on the handrail of the staircase.

“There you go… now I got you completely for me. Are you ok with this? just tell me if you don’t” he said in a sexy tone mixed with true respect for my boundaries.

Truth is, that I love bondage in all of its forms, so I was more than ok. “I’m good, Sir”, I answered him, this time with a lascivious sight.

Law took his shirt off and after worshiping my body for a few seconds, he went straight to my breasts, also kneeling in front of me. “I’ve been wanting to do this since the other night. God, I love your boobs”, he said while massaging them, sometimes brushing his palms over my hard nipples. The tingling sensation that spread around my whole body but that finally concentrated on my core, made my eyes roll back.

He was now using his tongue over my nipples, tracing little circles around them, sucking, biting them. My knees hurt, my wrists too as I moved squirming for the pleasure his skilled mouth gave me. Yet, the pain didn’t bother me, it was only raising up the arousal I felt for that man.

“Get up”, he dictated me. I knew what it was coming, I knew it well. I struggled a little, but my hands were properly tight pretty up for me to stand up with no problems.

Law looked at me from head to toes, and bit my neck fiercely. Again, the pain just made myself even more horny. “Uhg Law…” I groaned. “Spread your legs”, he said and used his right leg to separate them with a simple movement.

A finger, two, three penetrated inside me, up, down, back and forth. Of course, he knew where the critical points of a woman's pleasure were, he knew the anatomy to perfection. The rhythm of his technique increased, and as my legs became weaker for pleasure, he placed his hands over my carotids.

The faster the fingering, the harder he pressed the sides of my neck. I had dreamt of being choked with those inked hands since the first time I saw them.

“L-Law.. I’m- coming…” I said as I tried to gasp for air. “Oh… you do?” he said, teasing me, and when I was about to reach the climax he suddenly stopped. “I don’t want you to cum so fast, baby girl”, he said planting a kiss on my neck.

The frustrating feeling of not being allowed to finally release all the accumulated pleasure, made me instantly beg to him with my blushed cheeks, filled with burning blood, “Please, sir, let me finish”.

“Not yet, baby, why are you rushing? We have all night”, he said as he knelt down. His face was now next to my sex. Law hugged my hips and placed his cheek over my lower stomach. “I want to taste you first, darling”, he said and started kissing my overly sensitive skin, lowering his mouth until the entrance of my cunt. “Mmh, I bet your legs are a little bit tired, why don’t you try sitting over my face?”, he said grabbing my ass pushing me closer to his face. “I like to be in control, but hey, having the pussy of a goddess like you over my face, it’s just too good”. And as he said so, he pulled me even harder so I couldn’t keep composure and let my whole body weight fall over his face. “Good”, I heard him mumble, while helping me place the back of my thighs over his shoulders.

Using his tongue and mouth, he devoured my whole sex. I couldn’t help but brush my fingers through his black hair, pulling some strands as I reached the peak of pleasure. “Come for me, baby”, he said and the knot on my lower stomach finally unleashed. It was the first time a man made me squirt, so I got a little embarrassed, yet, Law enjoyed every last drop of it.

“Very good, baby girl. Your taste is just wonderful… ready for the second round?”, he asked me as he stood up. I noticed the hard bulge on his loosen swim shorts, and thought on how I wanted him to fuck me right there.

Law untied me and ordered me, “knelt there, over the pillows. I want to fuck your mouth, baby”. I bit my lower lip anticipating the sweet taste of his cock and headed to the pillows, “Yes, sir”.

“Open big, show me your tongue”, he ordered me while letting his shorts fall to the floor and revealing his erect member. I licked my lips and opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out waiting for him to feed me with his manhood.

He had his dick on his hand, slowly approaching the tip of it to my tongue. I licked it and tasted his fluids, delighted, looking up at him as I did. That probably sparked the fire inside him because I saw how his gaze turned from calm to one more primal, more desire driven. He grabbed my face, putting one of his hands under my mandible and the other on the back of my head, and penetrated my mouth merciless.

I took every thrust, gaging, drooling. Tears running through my cheeks, and my sight fixed on his. His little moans, groans, almost shouts of pleasure played like a symphony for me. I was all about being completely submitted to his pleasure, I enjoyed it, I wanted him to cum all over my mouth and chest.

He was about to finish, when he stopped. “Good job, baby girl. But now, I want to fuck you hard and cum inside you”. We shouldn’t, I thought, but I didn’t have the power to say no, inside of me I wanted him to impregnate me with his warm fluids.

He pushed me softly and I laid down over the pillows, Law was now above me. He didn’t take too much time and plunge into me. He alternated quick violent thrusts with slower, and gentle ones.

Beads of sweat ran through our bodies, his hard cock spreading my walls, our breathing getting faster, my nails carving into his back’s skin, his hands grabbing hard my hip bones while fucking me. Some kisses, some moaning without taking our lips apart, breathing his warm breath. I was being sent to heaven, or hell, who knows.

“I. Want. To. Fuck. You. Every. Night. From. Now. On.” he said with every deep deep thrust. I could only moan a simple, “uhm, yes Law, please”.

I lowered my eyelids, threw my head back and surrendered to an intense orgasm, followed by my master, who filled me up with his thick, creamy love juice to a hard moan.

We remained like this, covered in sweat, spellbound with the scent of our bodies, with the pulsating feeling that we still had in our sexes. I had the height of Law’s body over mine, feeling on my neck how his breathing slowly returned to normal, was heavenly.

A few minutes after, he rolled to the side, covered his eyes with his forearm and said, “I mean it. I want to fuck you every single night from now on”. I sighed, “that’s a proposal that lacks romanticism, but I’ll take it. You fucked me good, doctor”.

He uncovered his eyes, looked at me, and pulled me closer to his body, “Don’t worry, I haven’t made any proposal... yet”.

“What?... did he…” my thoughts got interrupted with Law placing his arm on my back, pulling me even closer. “come closer…” he commanded me, and I laid my head over his naked chest. His soft, hairless, tanned, tattooed chest made the perfect pillow, I wished I could use it every single night from now on.

Relaxing to the sounds of the storm that was no near to be over, we finally fell asleep. But, the sexy time wasn’t over yet because a few hours later, I woke up being spooned by Law, and even him being asleep I could feel his erection over my ass.

I was exhausted, and yet, I couldn’t help but grind myself against him softly, and if it happened to wake Law up... oh well.

And it did.

Half asleep, half awake, Law lifted my leg and caressed softly my entrance but without penetrating me, with his member on his hand. With a sleepy voice, he whispered from behind, “you are insatiable, right doll?”, and placed a kiss on the back part of my shoulder.

I wanted him to sink deep inside of me, I wanted him to fuck me, fast. He played with his member and the juices of my arousal, lubricating it, while stroking it with his hands. His breathing over my nape, the random kisses he placed. His hand over my breast, squeezing hard. It was like a sweet torture to me.

“Just fuck me already, Law”, I begged him. “heh, your wish is my command, baby girl”, he said and in a single movement he buried himself into me. “Mhhh…”, I moaned in response, loud, relieving.

Law grabbed my face, squeezing my cheeks, introducing his index finger inside my mouth as he fucked me from behind. “Suck it”, he ordered me, and I licked and sucked the “E” tattooed finger. “Good girl”, he said, and brought his hand over my clit. Without stopping the plunging, he traced circles over my pleasure point, making the stimulation even stronger.

After a few more rounds of intense pleasure, our bodies finally fell into exhaustion.

A sunray sneaked through the skylight of the lighthouse and hit directly into my face. I slowly opened my eyes. Law had his arm over my waist, hugging me from behind. I moved on the sly, trying not to wake him up. It was pretty early yet, so I let him sleep a little bit more.

I remembered I hadn’t sent any messages to my friends since last night, so I searched for my phone hoping it still had some battery left. The screen was covered in notifications from my girlfriends, so I rushed to the chat group to tell them I was ok. “@SunflowerDr > I’m fine, -more than fine- I’m sure the boys have told you where I am. I’ll tell you the details when I come back. Don’t miss me ;)”.

“Morning…”, I heard Law saying with a sleepy voice, rubbing his eyes with his forearm and yawning. A few wrinkled blankets were covering his legs from under the belly button. I traveled my eyes over his anatomy, following every inch of it, every inch of his slightly dusky inked skin. I approached him and flopped down on the pillow bed.

Resting at his side, we both looked at each other, “Good morning”, I said. He placed his hand over the side of my head and brushed softly my hair.

I kept admiring the sharp facial features that drove me crazy. His alluring grey eyes, the little eye bags around them, how the sun from the past days has tinted his cheeks a little bit red, his sharped snub nose, the enticing lips and the facial hair he had that made my heart burst in … perhaps… love?.

I’m not sure what he was thinking, but the look in his eyes made me feel at peace.

“It looks like the weather has changed, right?” He spoke. “Uhum, the sun is shining today”, I replied. “I know there is no fancy shower in this place, but we could use the sea. But first, I want to show you something”, he told me, a little worried about the lack of luxury the beacon had. I didn’t mind it at all, I mean, this place was prepared for me with cute details. A night at a luxurious hotel wouldn’t hit the same.

We then stood up, I simply threw my dress over my naked body, and he did the same with his swim shorts. “Let’s go”, he said grabbing my hand and pulling me to the stairs. We climb the spiral staircase up to the last floor.

“Be careful”, he told me, still holding my hand. We entered a room with glass walls, metal floor and a big lamp in the middle of it. The scenery ahead of us was the endless East China Sea. The waves shined as pretty crystals because of the clear sky that allowed the sun to be fully bright. A few seagulls danced in the sky and some ships far away in the distance seemed to be exploring the vast sea in front of us.

I was mesmerized, I loved it. Law grabbed my waist from behind, hugged me and placed his chin over my shoulder as we enjoyed the view.

I had never felt this way before, I felt happy, at peace, I trusted that man with closed eyes even though I didn’t really know him. Every time he hugged me it was a comforting sensation, I felt as if I was being protected from every bad thing in this world. The touch of his skin energized me.

After some minutes enjoying the scene we decided to head outside. I put my bikini on, and headed outside. It was warm enough for us to swim, and the sun had heated the almost white sand that burned our feet. So, we ran to the sea. Law and I submerged into the clear blue water, refreshing our bodies.

We were alone on the beach, as if it was still really early in the morning. I splashed some water on Law’s face, and he responded doing the same. We played like teenagers in love.

“Come here”, he said and pulled me closer to his body. He kissed my lips, laughing, happy. I hadn’t seen him so cheerful since I met him. I’d forever cherished that content expression in my heart.

Law sent the guys a text, asking if they were still at home. Franky told him they had already left home, and headed to Jeju Stone park. We decided to come back to the house, buying something for breakfast on the go and changed clothes.

While in the car, before starting the engine, Law opened the glove box and took off the little bag that I saw yesterday. “Uhm, I saw this little thing on the pharmacy counter, so I bought it… for you”, he said, a little embarrassed and handed me the packet.

“What?? a present? oh my god, thank you!!” I thanked him while opening it, excited. Inside the paper bag there was a little keychain with a plastic slice of tangerine hanging from it.

“I know it’s not something sophisticated, but it reminded me of the time we went to the market, where you fed me the little tangerine slice… I had to fight the urge to kiss your sweet fingers”, he confessed. If you only knew, my dear Law how much I wished for you to do it… “It’s just beautiful, Law. The fact that you bought it because it reminded you of something so little that happened between us, makes me so happy. You are such a man. Thank you, for real”, I said and planted a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.

“I’m glad you like it”, he expressed, still a little shy, started the car and we left the beach.

The stress became busier, the sun peeking through the cute little white and pink sakura flowers, we rolled down the car windows so the warm breeze could hit our faces. The radio blasting a song called “Memories”, that I thought was from a certain anime.

We finally arrived home, I entered the code on the entrance and we headed inside. We discussed what our plans were going to be for the day. We ended up deciding that we would be visiting Jeongbang falls, after visiting a tangerine farm where they let you pick them. My ankle seemed to be a little bit swollen, yet it didn’t hurt at all, so it wasn’t a problem, as long as I kept it bound up and took the anti-inflammatories.

“Law, I’m gonna go and take a shower, do you prefer to go in first?”, I asked innocently. “I’d prefer to take a shower with you, but it’s your choice”, he said with a smirking face. “Come, then…” I said to him, biting my lower lip.

After a refreshing shower - and a little more of intense sex - we got dressed and hoped on the car again. We headed east, to a more rural zone where the typical tangerine farms were.

An old lady and her husband welcomed us and explained everything about tangerine culture. They gave us a pair of gloves, two baskets and some pruning shears to cut the twigs.

“Mmm why are tangerines here so sweet?”, Law asked with his mouth full of the citric juice. “Close your mouth, you are going to stain your shirt” I said laughing while rubbing a tissue over his mouth. “You know what else was sweet and drippy last night, babe….?” he said, arching a brown. “Shut up, there are children in here…” I said, with burning cheeks pushing him softly.

We spent the whole morning there, tasting and cultivating the tangerines, and taking pictures on little hidden spots specially decorated with props for photo taking all over the farm.

Suddenly some notifications sounded on my phone. I unlocked it, and saw that Law had tagged me on a specific post. He uploaded two photos. In one of them I was picking tangerines unaware he was taking a pic and the other one of us with our mouth full of tangerine, smiling. The comments began to appear, Nami, Vivi, Robin, the guys, his family, everybody was commenting on how cute we were -and I was-. He was showing me off, and nobody could seem to believe how big Law’s smile was, how happy he looked…

I reached for his gaze, and smiled at him, no words needed…

We said goodbye to the old couple there and drove to the waterfalls. It was a little bit crowded, because that is a popular tourist spot as is the only waterfall that falls directly into the ocean in all Asia.

The landscape was really pretty, a big stream of crystalline water fell into the ocean, and at the coastline you could see “haenyeo” -sea women-. They were female divers that harvested a variety of mollusks, seaweed and other sea life from the ocean.

Also, according to ancient beliefs, a holy dragon is said to have lived under the falls, and its spiritual water could cure any type of disease. Law suggested me to submerge my foot there, in order to relieve the inflammation of my ankle. And, even the both of us being practically doctors, we were so in love that believing in magic wasn’t hard for us, so I put my foot there and waited.

A few minutes later, Law took off the wet bandages of my foot, planted a sweet kiss over my ankle, and helped me to put back my sandals.

We watched the sunset on the shore. Everything felt like it was a dream, maybe like those fan fictions I used to read back at home. I felt like the luckiest girl alive in the whole world.

We headed to the car, and drove home, as the night fell over us. Law was driving silently, yet with a big smile that reminded me of Rosinante’s. I gazed at my foot and realized that my ankle wasn’t swollen anymore. “Oi, doctor, my ankle isn’t inflamed anymore. Maybe the water really does miracles… or maybe it was just your kiss… who knows?”. He turned his face at me, “I have powers, healing powers, the power of a special fruit!!”he said jokingly. “You wished, haha”, I said, and both laughed.

We spent the last part of the way thinking how to deal with our over excited friends about all of this. We found no way besides just smiling at them.

Everybody was already at home, the blue Hyundai Venue, and the white Tucson were parked on the entrance. “Are you ready?”, I asked Law who seemed to slowly fade his smile. “No, I’m not, but let’s enter anyway”. I learned how Law hated being the center of attention, so I could feel his “pain”.

“FINALLY!! THE HAPPY COUPLE HAVE ARRIVED!!!” everybody shouted at us, clapping, laughing and smiling at us. “Stop it guys, oh lord”, I said covering my face with my hands.

“We were thinking about going to a karaoke bar tonight, what do you guys think? “asked Robin to us. Law didn’t speak, but smiled when I looked at him, so I agreed with my friends.

I went to my room and my girlfriends plus Chopper followed me. “TELL. US. EVERYTHING.”, said Nami, closing the door. I threw myself into my bed and said, “Calm down, I’m gonna tell you everything, but first let me rest”.

We got ready for the night, my body did hurt a little, but I wasn’t going to lose a single minute of my vacations, my friends, and of course Law.

We only took two of the cars, Law and I weren’t used to drinking so we were going to be the “designated drivers” for the night.

We drove to the busy tourist district of Jeju city, Tap Dong Lo, full of lights and nightlife. We parked our cars and started walking looking for the perfect karaoke bar.

Law sat next to Zoro on one of the couches the bar had. I could see how my pretty tanned skin crush wasn’t at all comfortable with all of the loud music, but still chuckled at Luffy and Usopp trying to hit notes on their turn to sing.

I was enjoying the night, dancing with the girls when I saw a girl approach Law in a suggestive way, and sat next to him. Law smiled at her, and gave her a hug.

“Who the f… is she?....”

Part 5

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cottoncandyjester · 3 years

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PLEASE I NEED MORE NSFW HEADCANONS OF UR OCS

Well since you asked oh so nicely

This contains:nsfw talk, spanking, salem being salem, degrading, public humiliation

Theodore

If you think he likes vanilla sex cause he's a gentleman you're wrong

Theo likes the thought of being tied up and dominated it's a thought he pushes down constantly

He definitely has a praise and worship kink both receiving and giving

His hands are his best skill

Gives amazing handjobs and is perfect at fingering

He is a giver in bed so he'll spend hours just making you cum over and over

He feels so embarrassed if you try to praise him in bed

He isn't usrd to feeling vulnurable

He hides his moans

If you want him to be loud ride him

He is only rough if he's jealous and only does it as an act of possession

"sweetie, my sweet angel..I'm sorry but I truly can't let this go. The fact that that walking idiot had the nerve to touch you while we were on a date. You'll forgive me for my roughness won't you my dear?"

Theodore's gentle tone didn't match his harsh grip on your hips as he leaned down to plant a harsh and steamy kiss along your neck. He was a person who didn't like being rough on his partner but there were times where it needed to be done

Axis

So he cries during sex

But we all knew that

He is a switch but either way he's sobbing and begging for more

When he is a top he is hugely into petplay

Prefers the nickname bunny for his lover

Will definitely buy you bunny petplay items for the bedroom and dress you up

He likes the soft feeling of the bunny tail so expect him to touch it 24/7 while he's fucking you

As a bottom he's submissive to the core

Definitely has a mommy/daddy kink

Touch is very important to him

He likes the feeling of silk and lace against his skin

He likes to blindfold you so you experience what he does

He is the type to remind you of the safeword over and over

He doesn't wanna be overbearing but he's always scared about making you uncomfortable

He is the type to drown you with praise and love

He just adores you to the point where the softest of touches makes him cum

Tie him up and he's whining

"[y/n], please- a-ahh I can't take it anymore"

Axis whimpered as he struggled against the restraints, the silk brushing against his wrists made him shudder at the delicate feeling. Tears streamed down his face as you bounced up and down on him riding him to the point of overstimulation

"hold on for a little longer, you'll be a good boy and do that right?"

"[y/n]! Yes! Yes! I'll be good just please let me cum!"

His sobbing was so cute that you just had to tease him some more..even if it made him sob

Hikaru

We know he adores degrading

Sex with him is rough and normally humiliating

He adores making you feel like utter garbage during sex

Of course this being said knocking him down a few pegs may be best

Hes totally into pegging

He is the type to show his lover off and show how submissive they are in the best and most embarrassing of ways

To him it's a show and he adores being the center of attention

"aren't they just so cute, writing and crying like that like a little slut"

Hikaru smiled sweetly as he turned the vibrator up using the remote in his hand. He was having a party and you were the main event, it was punishment for you being a brat before so showing you off like a prize infront of a bunch of people sounded like an utter delight.

"I think they are going to cum again, I suppose I should help them out"

Hikaru gave a long sigh as he walked towards you onto the stage where he tied you up to suffer, he leaned in close with a devilish grin as he watched your expression change to one of desperation and submission.

"come now piggy, you have to be louder than that if you are going to make a good host. What if I fuck you righr here infront of everyone? We can even hold an auction on who gets to stuff you next"

"n-no p-please-"

Hikaru cut you off by yanking your hair back roughly practially growling in your ear at this point.

"then be a good fucking slut mext time or I swear to God I'll sell you to the most disgusting rat I can find"

Hikaru moved back and turned to the crowd before giving a cute laugh before glancing back at you.

"how about we make this more entertaining hmm? After all we have all night to play with them"

Prince

He is very open minded to sex

Except being fucked, that scares the hell out of him

He will do it but he will be very vulnurable during it

He is very experienced so he is the type to take the lead

That being said he thinks its hot when you boss him around

He's horny all the time but he likes doing it in public

His favorite kink is definitely a daddy kink

Call him daddy and he's drooling

Is a master of teasing

He is so cocky during sex

His voice is sly 100% of the time

"You're just too cute babe"

A shaky breathing escapes you as prince teasingly flicked his tongue along your sex making sure to press his piercing against you in the best of ways.

Prince had exact one hour until he had to open the bar so he took this time to give you oral ontop of the bar as a reward for being so cute.

"your sounds are making me so damn horny, shit I just might have to fuck you right here and now you'll want thst right cutie?"

Yuki

Ah the underdog of the group

He is quite brutal

Heavy BDSM is his thing

Full on chains, whips and collars

Both receiving and giving

He is actually the type to be a giver in bed

He'll make you cum with tous over and over til you pass out

He takes that time to masterbate in hiding

He is very vulnurable when touching himself or receiving pleasure

He doesn't want you to see that side of him cause hes embarrassed

Plus he is insecure of his body cause he has scars along it

He is definitely in shibari and bondage as well as leather

Buying riding crops and paddles make him all giddy

He always makes sure you're comfortable though

Absolutely stop if you say the safeword

He doesn't have a huge sexdrive so when you two do have sex it last for hours

It's mostly just foreplay and trying new toys on you to see what they do

A shaky huff escaped yuki as he curled up more in the computer chair stroking himself to the image of you wrapped in leather, it was such a beautiful sight that it made him absolutely hard.

"[y/n]...[y/n]..."

His chanting of your name was low yet whiny as he felt close to climax, that feeling was soon ripped away from him when he felt your hand ripping his away from his cock.

"is this what you do when I'm not around? Wow..what don't want me to see your cock?"

"ah! Wai-"

You cut him off by moving his legs open more so sit on your knees in between them. He looked so shocked that you honestly found it adorable.

"relax yuki, I just want to please you okay?"

He turned his head away and gave a shaky nod soon shuddering when you wrapped your mouth around his length.

"ngh- [y/n]!"

Your eyes sparkled at the sight of his flushed face and you knew that you had to do this to him again

Salem

Oh boy..

Salem is an absolute animal

He loves sex so much that if he doesn't do it at least four times a day he will go through withdrawal

He likes it sloppy and messy

He is the one who is into darker and more dangerous kinks

From blood to biting

Being a cannibal he has to be careful with blood since too much can trigger him to really hurt you

You have to make sure to shout the safeword or he definitely won't hear you

All in all he is a wild lover

Try to deny him for too long and he's pouncing so make sure to keep your schedule clear for him

Eight hours, it's been so hours since salem fucked you and he was going crazy. He didnt understand why you had to do something dumb like have a boring job he offered to let you on his camshow but you always reject him.

When you returned home you couldn't help but stare at the messy house with furniture that had odd holes carved into them, you had a feeling you knew what those were for

"sale-ah! Wait!"

The male pounced you now sitting ontop of you and trailing his tongue along your neck dripping drool onto you as he grinded his hips against yours eagerly basically humping you.

"gimmie gimmie! Lets fuck already!"

"can't i close the front door first?"

You tried to reason with your boyfriend who was using his mouth to remove your clothes while his hands squeezed and fondled every inch of you he could.

"[y/nnnn]~ ahh!"

"Wha-mphff!"

Salem grabbed your face forcing your mouth open before drooling into it letting his saliva drip into your mouth before he gave you a loud sloppy kiss making sure to shove his tongue into your mouth.

it seems you weren't getting out of this easily.

#yandere imagines #yandere ocs #yandere #oc smut #oc x reader #oc imagines #tw salem

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akitokihojo · 4 years

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Enchanted - Ever After

Soooooooo, today’s the one year anniversary of Enchanted, and when I realized this date was coming a month ago, this particular idea came to mind. I’d be lying if I said I’d never thought about what happened after the story ended, so here we are. An additional epilogue to wrap everything up.

I hope you enjoy this. Thanks so much for reading, friends!

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Five years had come and gone in the blink of an eye. From royalty lessons - years’ worth crammed into exhausting months, to maintaining her apprenticeship with the apothecary, to politics, to appearances. From staying out of the way of the king entirely, to him warming up to her to the point where he would actually look in her general direction - because this was King Sesshomaru, of course, and his version of warmth was the consideration of not inching his chin upward in superiority. From growing fully acclimated to being addressed as a princess, to the appropriateness a princess is expected to uphold, to the wonderful, loving, and bountiful payout of spending the remainder of her life by Prince Inuyasha’s side.

Kagome softly grazed the very tips of her fingers over the small swell of her stomach, the scarlet dress she wore comfortably accommodating the bump. She’d groaned when they’d brought out the damned carriage for their journey, always having loved the freedom of horseback. She felt so doted on in a carriage, so helpless, and it grabbed a large amount of attention. Attention everyone preferred to avoid. Horseback meant she could explore as they traveled. Horseback meant she could keep up with the lot, and take up responsibility to help. But, life was growing, and to protect that life, riding alongside her partner in open nature was no longer an option. Inuyasha, on the other hand, was seemingly unbothered by the changes that came. Over the passing weeks, he let her sleep as her fatigue robbed her of her energy, he wiped her tears when her building emotions made her weep over a litter of kittens born in the stables - he laughed though; he isn’t that nice, he brought her food and snacks before she even spoke of hunger, and he was the one whom insisted upon the carriage if she were to join them. He accepted her meager complaints with a complaisant grin, his ember eyes appeared more vibrant than ever, and without request, prodding, or persuasion, Inuyasha willingly chose to ride with her in the carriage. So she wasn’t alone, he’d said. Where she went, he went, he’d said. Shut it and stop questioning me already, he’d said.

“My darling husband?” Kagome spoke gently, her voice just above a hush as she placed her palm flat at the top of her tummy.

“My beloved wife?” Inuyasha hummed in return, sitting across from her, golden gaze fluttering up to her face for a brief moment before they washed back down to the ankle of hers that he sweetly massaged, resting along his thigh. His large hands pushed the hem of her dress a little further up her shin as he rubbed the heat of his palms over them, smoothing over her soft flesh, and back to her foot where he gently and mindlessly kneaded.

“There’s a chance that my stomach will grow large. With that growth may come stretch marks. They may be light, they may be dark, I may get lucky and receive none, or they may appear unsightly. Will you still love my body then?” A part of her knew the answer, but the dominating and self conscious part wanted reassurance that her worries were nothing more than in her head.

Inuyasha fought the chuckled that welled in his throat, subsiding it with a simple huff as an honest smirk curved at his lips. His fingers stopped their massaging, eyes giving her his full attention while he deliberated on his answer. “You must not be paying as close attention as I thought you were.” He said.

Kagome’s brows twitched inward in curious speculation.

Inuyasha whispered as he continued, “Those nights when I slowly remove your clothing, taking my damn time, doing as I please. Those nights when I lay you down, pinning you beneath me, kissing every inch of you until you’re squirming.” He proudly noted the way her cheeks deepened in color, the way her lips pressed tightly together in embarrassment as she clearly hoped no one outside of the carriage could hear him. Inuyasha sucked in a breath between his teeth, shrugging his brows as he looked away to find her shoe, gently slipping the flat back onto her foot and placing it along the floor before crossing the small gap to sit beside her. With a simple tug on her outer thigh, the prince moved his princess to face him better as he leaned closer to her ear. “Now, I definitely thought you knew what I was doing. You seem to like it. Then again, you seem to like any attention I give you - gentle or otherwise.”

All Kagome could muster was a breathy huff in reply, the heat of her face overwhelming, the heat of his breath furthermore, the heat of his palm soaking through the cloth of her dress distracting, and the heat of his words bringing her back to just the other night.

“I have a tendency, I find, to linger around your thighs. Your hips. Your ass.”

She giggled that time.

“Particularly, here.” Inuyasha admitted, his hand traveling upward to squeeze the fleshy area of hip and leg. “See, you have these stretch marks on both sides.” Another breath sucked between his teeth as he nudged her jaw out of his way, pressing a small kiss to the delicate skin just beneath. “I don’t think words would do my adoration of them justice. If you asked me to worship your stretch marks, I’d drop to my knees. If you told me to kiss them until the end of time, I’d consider myself the luckiest man to live with not a moment to waste. You have these stretch marks because your body and curves were specifically designed to torture me.” He rumbled, quickly maneuvering her legs to rest over his so he could curl his fingers over the thickness of her bottom. “How do you not realize that if you just so happen to develop stretch marks on your stomach from bearing my child, you would merely be giving me more to revere? I’m disappointed in you, Kagome. Everything you idiotically think is a blemish is gold in my eyes, and I thought I’d made that perfectly clear by now. Unless -“ He nipped her neck, and he could physically feel the way her body tensed so she wouldn’t make a noise. “Unless I need to refresh your memory? Or do you understand now?”

Voice higher than normal, shaken, betraying, Kagome responded with a hummed yes to convey her understanding. Inuyasha smiled against her neck, placing one last kiss there before pulling back with the most arrogant smirk she’d ever seen on his handsome face - and that was saying something. Carefully, he readjusted her sitting position, gliding his hand over the little swell of her abdomen as he kissed her cheek, and returned to his original side of the carriage. As if nothing had happened, Inuyasha gestured for her unattended to foot, slipping the flat off and massaging.

Kagome had to stare out the crack of the curtain of the window to distract herself, waiting for the blush that warmed her face to finally fade away as her flustered state took its sweet time dwindling.

“You know, a simple ‘yes’ would have sufficed.”

“No, it wouldn’t have!” Inuyasha laughed, shaking his head, his pride still obviously through the roof.

“You’re an evil man.”

“I’m rubbing your feet, am I not?” His laugh faded to a light chuckle, delight painted in his smile, bringing her to laugh as well.

As the silence came forth, comfortable and balanced, Kagome pursed her lips, her mind still occupied. “But, when we get home, I wouldn’t mind -“

“I know.” Inuyasha nodded, a crooked angle to his grin as he stared out the crack in the curtain. “You’ll get it.”

Kagome giggled, playfully flicking her foot at him as he continued to knead away the tension.

The sound of the hooves of prancing horses surrounding them played into her contentment, the wheels of the carriage on the dirt road they traveled mostly smooth, rumbling, calming. There was the slight murmur of guards as they idly chatted with one another, an occasional call from birds they passed, and the distinct huff from the horse Miroku rode just outside the door.

It was impossible not to notice the flick of an ear atop Inuyasha’s head as his attention was grasped. Had she not already been looking at him - discreetly admiring him, really - the heavy twitch of the appendage would have caught her eye, anyway. His brows furrowed slightly, amber eyes staring at nothing as he focused on his heightened senses before assertively striking the top of the carriage wall with the side of his fist. All conversation outside died, traffic slowing until they stopped completely just seconds later.

“What’s wrong?” Kagome asked, sitting up straight to take her foot back but Inuyasha held onto her, making sure to place her flat back on her heel before gently planting it on the floor.

“Nothing.”

“Liar.”

“Could be nothing.” Inuyasha suggested, pushing the door open as he stepped out, hopping down to the dirt road. His tone changed as he spoke to the knights around, lowering to the authoritative level the prince only carried when giving orders. “Report.”

“Koga’s already checking it out, Your Highness.” Miroku responded, gesturing to the beautifully freckled and rider-less horse whose reins were held firmly by another knight. Swinging his leg from over his steed, he dismounted to stand level with the prince.

“What was that?”

“Sounded like a child. Maybe it’s lost.” Sango mentioned as she joined the two.

Inuyasha instantaneously tensed, his nose scrunching before he twisted around to face his maternal-instinct-ridden wife, his finger pointed at her sternly as she was just about to climb out. “No.”

“What!?” Kagome responded defensively.

“No.” Inuyasha chuckled.

“But -“

“No.”

“I want to help!”

“Nothing’s even been confirmed yet! Sit!”

Kagome dropped her butt to sit in the entry, feet propped on the top step as she crossed her arms with a pouty huff.

“I heard something else.” He mentioned, turning his attention back to his aides and the two other guards that stood by. “Something quick. Maybe large; it’s hard to tell.” The prince leaned closer to quietly whisper the rest to those involved so as not to upset Kagome. “But, I smell blood.”

“Probably why Koga rushed off so quickly.” Miroku nodded understandingly.

“Maybe he should have backup just in case.” Sango offered.

“No. Not yet. His instincts are sharp; he wouldn’t have gone on his own if he didn’t feel like he could handle it. He’ll signal if he needs somebody.”

“And, if he doesn’t?” Sango countered.

“He’s got five minutes.” Inuyasha sighed.

The prince was fully prepared to follow Koga’s scent into the forest if his allotted time had run out, leaving the rest to protect his princess if anything happened. His sword was already along his hip, his senses were attuned to his surroundings, and as he leaned against the side of the carriage, his shoulder resting against Kagome’s thigh, he counted down the minutes. No signal was sent as of yet, and his golden eyes were trained in the direction he’d gone.

He’d heard walking coming through an unmarked trail in the woods, the smell of blood growing more prominent, but as it all came closer, Inuyasha could easily tell it wasn’t a large amount. It was there, but no one was bleeding out, nor were they about to see a gruesome scene.

Koga emerged onto the path carrying a small boy, little arms wrapped around his shoulders as the wolf demon knight rubbed his back soothingly. The child was clearly demon, the tiny feet appearing at the bottom of his pants padded like paws, and the tail poking through bushy, slightly frazzled, and speaking of his anxiety.

“Little guy got snagged by a hunting trap.” Koga mentioned as Inuyasha stood up straight, alert. “His leg’s hurt.”

With a deep sigh, Kagome carefully maneuvered her way down the steps, adjusting her scarlet dress as she reached the ground, and walked toward Koga cautiously. The last thing she wanted was to approach quickly and startle the little boy further. She stopped with room to spare, curving toward Koga’s side so she could see the child’s face as he peeked from the crook of Koga’s neck.

“Hi there.” Kagome smiled warmly, her brown eyes meeting his green. “My name’s Kagome. What’s yours?”

He didn’t respond, his small hands not yet releasing their grip on the guard’s coat.

“He hasn’t spoken.” Koga mentioned. “I tried getting his name earlier.”

“Oh, well that’s alright.” She sweetly assured. “You must be frightened. I promise you, not a soul here will hurt you. We only mean to help. And, I’ve got a few things with me that might make your leg feel better. Would it be okay if I took a quick look?”

The young boy apprehensively nodded, and Kagome carefully pulled up the dirtied leg of his pants, eyeing the wound that marred the flesh above his ankle. It wasn’t severe, it wasn’t broken, so she imagined it must have been a rope snare that caught him. Rope that was coarse, tattered, and tightened at a bad angle to inflict this sort of damage. Something definitely meant for an animal.

“You poor thing.” Kagome breathed. “May I bandage it for you?”

With less hesitation this time, he nodded again.

“Would you like to come with me, or would you be more comfortable with Koga holding you while I did it?”

He reached for her, finally releasing his grip on the knight, and she’d be a rotten liar if she denied that her heart sputtered heavily within her chest at the adorable action. He nestled into her arms, resting his chin on her shoulder as he gripped the back of her neck, his copper hair tickling her cheek but nothing she minded in the least as she carried him back toward the carriage. The guards were kind enough to give them space as she made her way toward the back, seeking out the small case with her supplies.

“I’ve got it.” Inuyasha offered, gently pushing her hand aside so he could un-wedge it from between the other luggage they’d brought along.

Kagome grinned, happily accepting his help as she sauntered back to the entry of the carriage, softly setting the young boy down on the bottom step where she sat on her knees before him, pulling the length of her dress out from beneath her.

“Your High-“

“Hush.” She kindly silenced a guard, having already expected someone to speak up.

“Would you like my jacket to kneel on?” He offered again.

“Absolutely not.” She declined with the hint of humor on her tongue, shaking her head.

“You should know well by now that a forest nymph doesn’t mind getting a little dirty.” Her husband said, setting the case down beside her as he softly patted the top of her head. She thanked him as he stepped back, opening it up to seek out the ointment she’d need.

As she went to push the pants up the little boy’s leg to reveal the injured flesh, she noticed the wide, curious eyes that were set on her, his lips parted in silent awe.

“What? Are you okay?” Kagome hastily inquired. He only widened his eyes further bringing her to nervously giggle. “What?”

In the smallest whisper, the boy asked, “Are you a princess?”

Kagome sighed heavily, relieved, hanging her head as she chuckled. She let the question sit for a moment as she breathed in, leveling her eyes with him once more as she smiled. “Only by marriage.”

“Which means, yes.” Inuyasha spoke as he crouched down beside her, his tone husky but the amusement evident. “She is a princess.”

The tiniest of gasps was heard from the child as he then evaluated the man next to her, his short, tousled, light hair, his attire that dressed him much like the guards but with an air of authority, his very close proximity of the one already announced as a royal that no commoner in their right mind would ever be in. Unless they were royalty, as well.

“This is my husband, Inuyasha.” Kagome introduced.

“Wow.” The kid speculated, green eyes bright, and his voice finally being heard. “I’ve never met royals before. Are you from around here? Do you have a large castle? Why aren’t you wearing crowns? Do you have a different crown for every day of the week? No, of course not, because you aren’t wearing one right now. Unless they’re just too heavy. They must be heavy. Are they heavy?”

The both of them laughed lightly, Kagome’s long, dark hair swinging to the front of her shoulders as she tried to hide her humor by ducking her head; especially since Inuyasha’s initial expression in reaction was slightly taken aback, slightly dumbfounded - most likely due to the sudden, talkative nature the boy presented.

“Well?” He prodded, earnestly waiting for an answer to each question.

“Oh, uh -“ The prince scrunched his nose, deliberating on where to begin, hoping he remembered it all. “We’re from a kingdom quite a ways away. We only wear our crowns on special occasions. We’ve only got one each and they’re honestly pretty light, but that’s just the way ours are designed. My brother’s is ridiculously heavy; it’s almost stupid. And, uh -“

“Oh, the castle.” Kagome reminded.

“Ah, yes. Um, yeah, I guess it’s pretty big.” He shrugged modestly. “I’ve seen smaller - I’ve seen larger.”

“But, then what are you doing here?” The young boy inquired, his expression twisted in confusion.

“We’re actually just passing through.” Kagome answered, finally getting to work and pushing his pants out of her way.

“Yes, and it was intended to be done discreetly. So, if you don’t mind, can this meeting be our little secret?” Inuyasha asked, cocking a brow.

“I’ve been told I’m horrible at keeping secrets.” He admitted without remorse. Kagome laughed as Inuyasha pinched his lips into a flat line.

“Wonderful. Something we should have covered first, I suppose.” He sarcastically stated, raising to a stand as he swiped his hands through his hair, heading to wait with the knights.

“Well, since you’re so chatty now, would you mind telling me your name?” Kagome asked, soaking a cotton pad in a cleansing salve. “I think it’s only fair since you know so much about us.”

“It’s Shippo, Your Highness.”

“Please, just call me Kagome.”

“I wont get into trouble?” He questioned softly.

“Believe me, there are very few people who I insist respectfully address me as royalty, and they’re usually complete jerks who deserve to be taken down a peg or two.” She smirked. “Otherwise, I just prefer my name. Especially if we’re friends. This may sting a little, Shippo. Are you ready?”

The little boy nodded, apprehension returning to crease at his brow, but he took it bravely, hardly flinching as Kagome carefully cleaned his wound and the stained blood around it, gently blowing to calm whatever burn lingered. She applied ointment next, using a generous amount to coat the wound nicely before she wrapped it securely in bandages.

“There you are.” Kagome smiled sweetly, allowing him to lift his ankle to assess the wrappings. “I would recommend you stay off of it for a couple of days. And, keep it clean. You don’t want an infection.”

“Don’t worry, Kagome!” He beamed appreciatively as he lowered his pant leg. “The lady of our house takes real good care of us when we get hurt!”

“Speaking of which, where do you live? What were you doing in the forest?”

“Exploring. I didn’t see the trap. I - um - went further than I’m allowed to go,” Shippo admitted sheepishly. “But I live in the town a little ways behind those woods.”

“Someone must be awfully worried about you.” Kagome sighed, ruffling his copper hair. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

She heard a long, steady inhale from behind, and knew full and well exactly who it came from. In addition, she knew exactly what that breath meant. She knew the exact expression Inuyasha was wearing. She knew the exact, tense body language he was presenting and attempting to ease with sympathy. And, she knew exactly what he was about to say as she rose to stand, turning to meet his gaze.

“Kagome, you have to stay here. Miroku and I will take him home.” He said, ember eyes vibrant with the sun peeking through the roaming clouds.

“No.” She tried.

“Yes.” He countered steadily.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.” Kagome whined that time, her shoulders slumping as she gave into her inadvertent pout. Inuyasha chuckled, moving forward to lovingly cup her cheeks in his hands.

“You know better. If we haven’t checked out a place beforehand, you can’t go. Your safety is the most important thing to me, my love.”

“You only call me that when you’re trying to avoid being in trouble.” Kagome moped, leaning into his hold.

“Is it working?” Inuyasha grinned.

“No.”

“How about this: If we deem it safe enough, I’ll come back to get you and we’ll find something to eat there.”

Kagome perked up, brown eyes alight at the thought of food, nodding in agreement as her prince chuckled again.

“Thought so.” Inuyasha remarked, kissing her forehead. With a shrug, he went to remove his coat, which was what usually tipped off the masses of him having a high status, handing it over to Kagome. From the side, Miroku began to do the same, the both of them removing their swords as well - leaving them with just the knives concealed within their boots. Now, they looked almost ordinary, donned in black Bastian shirts tucked into their white pants, and black boots.

“Wait, was eating soon not already the plan?” Kagome quirked as he gave her belly a little rub before stepping over to pick up Shippo.

“Ready to go?”

“Was - was that not the plan?” She tried again as amusement caused his grin to grow wide - though he clearly attempted to hide it.

“I’ll be back, princess.” He said, avoiding her audacious glare. “Let’s go, Miroku.”

“Coming.” The aide snickered, jogging over, giving Kagome’s belly a playful rub, then hastily catching up to the prince as her expression was redirected toward him.

“Goodbye, Kagome! Thank you for bandaging me up!” Shippo called, waving from his new seat atop Inuyasha’s shoulders.

She gave a meager wave to the boy, breathing out defeatedly as Koga and Sango approached at her sides.

“There’s a quarter demon child growing inside of me, and he made eating seem conditional.” Kagome said.

“I’m going to be surprised if he survives this.” Koga mentioned forwardly.

“Me too.” She agreed as Sango laughed.

—

“So, did I hear correctly? Your name is Shippo?” Inuyasha asked, securely holding the boy by his thighs so as to not agitate his injury. The child’s small hands were lightly placed on the sides of the prince’s head, just below his ears.

“You did.” He confirmed brightly.

“Well, Shippo, am I going in the right direction? You’ll have to lead us.” The prince said, though it wasn’t all that true. Once they'd passed a certain point of shrubbery in the forest, he’d begun to smell the life of a town nearby. He just wanted to give the boy the authority, knowing it usually boosted a child’s confidence, and he figured there was no harm in which since Shippo had had a bit of a rough time earlier.

“I think so.” Shippo said, almost unsurely. He hadn’t been this far out alone before, but he could detect the scent of dinners being made in homes a little further off, so he relied on that sense. “Maybe a little to the left passed that tree.”

Inuyasha chuckled softly, doing as he said.

“Why did you guys take off your jackets and swords? If you told the princess you’re worried about unexpected danger, isn’t heading off without your swords kind of, I don’t know, the opposite of what you should do?”

Miroku laughed, “If a knight only relied on his weapon, he’d be useless.”

“Aside from that,” Inuyasha spoke. “I mentioned we’d wanted to stay under the radar. The more casual we look, the better.”

“No one around here has a carriage. Not like yours, at least. If you thought your clothes were the only dead giveaway, think again.” Shippo slighted.

“No one around here will see the carriage.” Inuyasha retorted.

“Oh, good point.”

“Think you can hold onto this secret of ours? At least until we leave?”

“How long will that be?” Shippo inquired innocently.

“How long can you go?” Inuyasha laughed.

“Five minutes?” He asked more than stated.

“So much for bringing Kagome through for food.” Miroku chuckled, causing Inuyasha to grimace nervously at his fate.

“Oh! When I left to explore, Kikyo was making banana bread! It should be done by now; I’m sure she’d be more than happy to send you off with some! The princess will love it!”

Inuyasha and Miroku both perked, slowly turning to look at each other with peculiar, suspicious expressions. Slowly, the two began shaking their heads to dismiss the incredulous idea, silently mouthing, “No” back and forth to each other from the total disbelief.

“Is - uh - is Kikyo your mother?” Miroku asked.

“No, I don’t have a mother.” Shippo shook his head. “Kikyo’s the lady of the house. She brings in those who have been orphaned and takes good care of us! There’s five children living there right now. I’m the only boy, so that obviously makes me the man of the house.”

“And, has Kikyo always been part of your town?” Inuyasha questioned.

“I don’t know, I’m only six.” The boy shrugged, his attention diverting as he slightly bounced atop the prince’s shoulders. “Oh, I know where we are! Take a left at that broken tree and we’ll be able to see everything!”

Sure enough, just down the slope of the hill they stood on came the sight of a small, homely town. The streets were paved with cobblestone, houses in stable structure, closely knit together with little fenced yards, expanding out into the distant countryside where farmers grew their crops. It seemed to be a thriving community; wholesome and beautiful.

Carefully, they made their way down, and Inuyasha gave a gentle reminder to Shippo to keep their secret to the best of his abilities. The boy gave an enthusiastic nod, gesturing that he’d zipped his mouth shut, which all but disappeared the moment a woman waved to the young child and he shouted a boisterous greeting back at her.

“Who are your friends? I’ve never seen you lot around here.” She mentioned with a grin. Inuyasha sucked in an anticipating breath, holding it as he tensed, and he could tell Shippo easily almost slipped his tongue.

“Oh, this is -“ He froze, correcting himself. “Actually, I don’t know who they are. They just helped me get back here. I had a bit of an accident.”

“I’m Miroku.” Inuyasha’s aide friendly offered with a slight bow of his head, keeping the suspicion from the woman to a minimum. He pointed to Inuyasha with his thumb, “This is my friend, Koga. We were passing through when we found the little guy and thought it best to see him home.”

Inuyasha almost deadpanned, catching himself before it was made obvious. For the past six years, whenever they played incognito, which really wasn’t all that often, that was the name he was forced to go by. He honestly shouldn’t be surprised anymore, but he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever live that moment in his life down. Miroku gave him a smug grin, waving goodbye to the lady as she commented on their kindness and let them be on their way.

“Take a right at that street and it’ll be the third house on the left. With the vegetable garden out front.” Shippo guided as they carried on.

The smell of food was alight in the district, fires burning in stoves, vegetables being diced. They passed a little bar on their way and Inuyasha crinkled his nose at the harsh aroma of hard liquor fuming through the cracks of the door, the sound of clinking glasses and intoxicated laughter meeting his sensitive ears. The town seemed, for the most part, safe from what he could tell; lively, the streets still inhabiting plenty of people as they walked with groceries or finished up their days. A group of teen girls stared, whispering to each other in a small huddle, and as the two men turned their heads, noticing them, the girls shyly waved, giggling madly and ducking their heads to hide their blushes.

“Ah, I’ve still got it.” Miroku remarked proudly, waving back at them.

“Got what?” Shippo asked, naive.

“Charm, good looks -“

“A big ego.” Inuyasha interjected, chuckling.

“Yikes.” Miroku responded semi-dramatically, laughing.

The fence outside Shippo’s house was modest and homemade, each wooden post sized differently, uneven, and some standing just slightly crooked, all of which was secured together with some sturdy rope to divide their property from their neighbors’. Inuyasha couldn’t help but smile at the humble allure of it all. From the outside, the house seemed quaint and spacious. He couldn’t give fair judgement just yet, but he sensed, overall, orphans had a good home, a good opportunity here.

“Just go on in; it’s open.” Shippo welcomed, resting his chin atop Inuyasha’s head.

Respectfully, Inuyasha gave a couple sturdy knocks before twisting the doorknob to walk through. The scent of baking bread from outside was wonderful, but his nose was delighted at how powerful the aroma became just in the entryway. Along with that, there was food cooking. Plenty of it. There was slight chatter from distant rooms, rustic decor, and beneath it all lingered a very, very faint yet familiar scent.

Small feet pattered along the floor in their direction, a young girl looking to be about ten years old appearing in the open doorway at the far, left corner of the entry room, a well-used apron tied around her waist to protect her overdress. A small smile on her lips welcomed them, her eyes traveling over them as she quietly inspected the two strangers before her expression faltered at the sight of Shippo on Inuyasha’s shoulders.

“Shippo, there you are. Where have you been? You know you’re not supposed to be gone for so long, no less on your own. Kikyo was about to head out searching for you.” She spoke, half lecturing - half concerned.

“I didn’t mean to.” Shippo defended. “I - uh - had a bit of an accident. But, some new friends helped me and brought me back.”

Inuyasha raised the small boy over his head, carefully holding him in his arms as he kneeled down before the girl. “He actually got snagged in a hunting trap. Poor guy didn’t see the damned thing, and his leg got caught. We got him fixed up, but he needs to stay off of it for a little while.”

Her eyes widened in shock, a worried expression taking over as she looked at the small boy. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

“A little, but I’m perfectly fine. I hardly cried.” Shippo boasted with a prideful shrug, bringing Inuyasha and Miroku to glance at each other with muffled amusement.

“Yeah, sure, I believe that.” The girl rolled her eyes. “Lucky these men were around to help. Thank you so much,” She said, turning her attention to Inuyasha. “He wasn’t too much trouble, was he?”

“I get hurt and I’m the one that’s trouble.” Shippo mumbled beneath his breath.

“Not at all.” Inuyasha chuckled. “We were happy to help.”

“Accidents happen all the time. It’s good that we were around when it occurred.” Miroku added. “Who knows how long he would have been stuck there until someone found him.”

“We can’t thank you enough.” She smiled, moving to take Shippo from Inuyasha’s gentle hold. “Can I get you something in return? A glass of water for your journey back from where you came from? Food? I’m afraid dinner isn’t done yet, but we have baked goods. I made cookies from scratch!”

“Don’t eat those.” Shippo murmured, shaking his head at the prince.

“Don’t listen to him.”

“No, don’t worry about it. You owe us nothing.” He grinned crookedly, still kneeling before her. There was a tingle in his stomach, his senses, his mind still focusing on that tiny, recognizable scent. There was no way he could leave here until he investigated it, and the thought had that nervous jitter unraveling his abdomen all at once. “If - if it’s not too much to ask, may I meet this Kikyo? Just to let her know, myself, what happened.”

“Of course.” The girl smiled happily, leading them off. “She’s in the kitchen. This way.”

Inuyasha regarded his aide with an anxious twitch at the corner of his lips, knowing Miroku would read his body language perfectly clear. The knight, in turn, responded with a slight shrug of his brow communicating his anticipation, and then followed behind the prince.

“Shippo’s back!” The little girl announced as they entered the decently-sized kitchen, carrying him around the counter to personally present the child to Kikyo.

Her back was to the men, her long, straight, black hair secured in a low ponytail, standing at the far counter as she immediately stopped chopping potatoes to acknowledge the children beside her. As she turned, concerned expression deep, crouching down to inspect the little boy’s condition, Inuyasha took in her profile, smiling warmly and sighing out in relief. After all these years, it was so good to finally know she was okay. Healthy. Alive.

“What in the world happened?” Kikyo asked exasperatedly.

“Heh,” Shippo had never looked more nervous. “Don’t be mad, okay?”

Kikyo snickered in return, “Don’t give me a reason to be mad, okay?” She countered, grinning daringly while cocking her head to the side as she waited for an explanation. Same, old attitude.

“Well - um - long story short, I was out exploring and got my leg stuck in a hunting trap. I was rescued, bandaged, and escorted home by - um - them.” Shippo sheepishly pointed to Inuyasha and Miroku.

Kikyo’s gaze followed the boy’s direction, instantly landing on the men in the kitchen entryway. Silver hair and dog ears, a dark, Bastian shirt revealing a portion of chest where a gold chain just barely peeked through, amber eyes that regarded her kindly, a casual manner to his posture as he leaned against the wall frame, and a familiar guard who overlooked the scene next to him. Her chest grew heavy, at first sending her nerves alight but then the weight turning into something wonderful and nostalgic, as it dawned on her who the boy’s rescuers were. Her lips slowly parted but her breath was held captive, and she couldn’t stop herself from rising to a stand, facing the prince fully, finally sighing out as she smiled at him.

“Well, well. Look who it is.” Kikyo all but whispered.

“It’s been a while.” Inuyasha greeted, giving a little cock of his head.

“It certainly has.”

“Do you know each other?” The little girl holding Shippo asked, expression muddled with perplexity.

With an unsettled and breathy chuckle, Kikyo looked down at her from the side. “We’ve met once before.”

“Wait,” Shippo started, almost assertively, the hint of surprise on his tongue. “Kikyo, you know him?”

“I do.” She replied with amusement.

“You know who he is!?”

She bent down, facing him, hands braced on her knees as she smiled. “Do you know who he is?”

“Do you!?” The boy’s green eyes almost popped out of his head, his voice cracking from shock.

“I’ll tell you what,” Kikyo laughed, almost hanging her head in defeat. “If you two go upstairs and remain there until I call you down for dinner, before bed I’ll tell you a story of a girl he and I used to know. It’ll be so thrilling you’ll hardly be able to tell if it’s real or not.”

“But, who is he?” The girl asked her.

“What fun is it if I spoil anything now?” Kikyo countered. The two children gasped, jaws dropping as the girl scampered to take them from the kitchen in excitement. “And, keep the others from coming down too, please! No interruptions or no story!”

They listened as little feet stomped up the stairs, disappearing around the bend and bringing everything to a quiet. Miroku gave a kind nod to Kikyo, a pleasant curve to his lips as he tapped Inuyasha’s arm with the back of his hand. “I’m going to check out the surrounding area. Make sure we’re clear. I’ll be outside.”

The prince nodded, dismissing him as he and Kikyo were left alone. Steadily, she removed her apron, wiping her hands clean with it before bunching it up and leaving it on the nearby counter. Her overdress, a deep, plum color that contrasted nicely against her pale skin, was mostly clean aside from a couple flour stains on the bodice.

“Did you - are you traveling…” Kikyo inhaled anxiously, a barely noticeable tremble in her breath. “Is it just the two of you?”

“No one I’m with will disturb your peace, I promise. I would never stick around to compromise that.” The prince assured, standing up straight. “It’s good to see you, Kikyo.”

Her smile won over as she let down her guard, walking over to Inuyasha and pulling him into a tight hug, his arms wrapping tight around her waist. “I can’t believe it! I never thought I’d see you again!”

“Me neither! I’m just glad to know you’ve made a life for yourself! Is it everything you wanted?”

“Yes.” She breathed, and he could catch the hint of satisfaction on her tongue. Kikyo released him, stepping back and meeting his eyes. “I never had much of a plan. My only goal was to get away, start fresh, be common. I’ll admit, it was tricky in the beginning and for quite some time after that. But, I figured it out. I found a purpose. I make ends meet just like every other townsperson, and I care for little ones who deserve a fighting chance in this world. So, yes. It is. It’s hard, but it’s worth it.”

“You’ve been safe?”

“Turns out, I can fend for myself quite nicely. And, I still have the knife your aide gave me all those years ago.”

“I hope you’ve never had to use it.”

“Actually no, but I did punch a guy straight in the nose one time. I felt like you’d have been proud of me if you’d seen the bloody mess.” She stated with a humble shrug.

Inuyasha laughed, nodding in agreement. “I’m honestly surprised you aren’t going by an alias. When Shippo mentioned your name, Miroku and I almost didn’t believe it could have been you.”

“I told you long ago, prince. I would run until my face was unrecognizable and my name meant nothing. Here, Kikyo is my only identity.”

His smile was warm. Grateful even. Her brown eyes shined of a joy he’d never seen before; never had an opportunity to see before. He was genuinely happy for her.

“And, what of my horse?” He inquired playfully.

“Did you mean my horse?” Kikyo giggled. “She’s out back in her stable. You may see her when we’re done talking. You must catch me up! What are you doing all the way out here in the first place?”

“Business. Had to show face at a coronation since my brother has been preoccupied. We were actually on our way home.”

“Preoccupied? No, never mind. That’s none of my business. My father,” She hesitated. “Do you know what’s become of him? Is he okay?”

The prince sucked in a tedious breath, hardly able to hide the way he pinched his lips into a straight line, golden eyes falling downward.

“Oh,” She said with bated breath. “He’s who’s preoccupying King Sesshomaru.”

“We don’t have to talk about that.”

“No, it’s fine.” Kikyo insisted. “It’s not like I don’t know who my father is. Is he - has he gotten worse?”

“We’ve almost gone to war already.” Inuyasha admitted, his voice dropping to a gruff level, almost wanting to protect her from this news. Truth was, King Onigumo needed to be removed from the thrown, and unless he did an abrupt about face and learned benevolence, with the way things were headed, it may potentially happen. By force. It was something Sesshomaru and Kagura were working tirelessly to avoid, and Onigumo gave way here and there - he wasn’t completely obstinate. The last threat for violence was over a year ago, and things have calmed down considerably since. Nonetheless, Sesshomaru’s patience was running thin.

“Figures.” She eventually said, shaking her head in reply. Kikyo was mindful to subtly change the subject, understanding that he was right and they shouldn’t talk about this sort of thing. She sighed out, “And you, prince? Are you happy?”

“You have no idea.” He smirked.

Her eyes drifted over him, taking in his same, tousled hair, his healthy glow, his broad physique, the way he somehow seemed more muscular than before, and stopped at the silver ring on his left hand. Stunted, Kikyo’s gaze shot back up to his for a moment before she stepped forward and grasped his hand, carefully analyzing the band on his ring finger.

Inuyasha’s smile grew wide, chuckling when she stared at him with an expectant look.

“Is it…”

“Would you like to meet her?”

—

Inuyasha came out of the shrubbery with Miroku on his heel, the pleasant sound of content and eating horses meeting his ears. He glanced around, his strong instincts always wanting to lay eyes on his wife before allowing him to move forward, and when he didn’t immediately spot her, a frown marred his lips. Two knights stood to the side, always ready for whatever, and Koga rested carelessly on top of the carriage, hardly regarding the prince’s return. Without even opening his eyes, he pointed with his thumb in the direction on the opposite side of the carriage. Miroku stayed behind, allowing the prince to venture forward in search of his person.

He stepped off the road and into more woodland, following the sweet scent he recognized as home until he saw her sitting in a small clearing, her back resting along a tree trunk. Sango, always near her, turned to see him, acknowledging him silently before dismissing herself and leaving them in privacy. Just as he preferred.

“There you are.” He hummed, approaching before her, and as she opened her eyes to see him, the most beautiful smile appeared on her face. Inuyasha sighed out deeply as he dropped down, sitting beside her, and she leaned into his arm, resting her cheek on his shoulder. “How are you feeling?”

“You ask that so often.” Kagome giggled, nestling closer.

“To be fair, it changes frequently.” He joked, flinching slightly as she playfully swatted his chest.

“I’m fine, butt head.”

“No nausea?”

“Not lately.”

“Tired?”

“Always.”

“Hungry?”

“Always.”

“Annoyed?”

“Getting there.”

Inuyasha laughed, kissing the top of her head as she gently caressed her fingers over the material of the pants on his thigh.

“You were gone for a while.” Kagome spoke softly. “Was it far?”

“Not really,” Inuyasha responded just as gently, enjoying the attention he was receiving. “I had stopped to talk to someone. I didn’t mean to make you wait.”

“Oh, I don’t mind.” Somehow, her voice became even quieter, hushed as ever but still conveying her honesty. “If it’s for you, I’d wait forever.”

Inuyasha’s core warmed wonderfully, bringing him to kiss her head again in adoration. He wanted to bask in her sentiment, fully comforted by her fingers roaming over his thigh and her body heat soaking through his shirt. He’d never have his fill of this woman.

“There’s a couple things I wanted to run over with you, if that’s alright.”

“Oh?” Kagome perked, sitting up to look at him, her hand traveling up to his forearm to graze.

“Yes. Shippo mentioned a lady of the house to you, do you recall?”

“Mhm.” She hummed with a single nod.

“Well, turns out he’s an orphan. The lady of the house is the caretaker of a small orphanage of sorts. She’s who I was talking to.” Inuyasha explained, observing as Kagome’s expression slightly faltered.

She was aware Rin came from a horrible orphanage. In the recent years, she’s been a personal witness to her health struggles from the environment she was saved from, and has seen firsthand how the fear and stress of it all weighs on her parents, on her uncle. How during a very bad episode, Kagome found Inuyasha in a room hidden away in a library, his face buried in his hands.

The prince’s brows furrowed minutely, his body slowly and steadily turning more to face his wife. “You’re upset.”

“Is it a good place?” She quietly asked, expression twisting in concern.

He soothed her, a small sigh leaving his mouth, gently stroking her cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Yes. It is, yes. It’s stable, it’s not crowded at all, and everyone’s well-nourished. I swear. That’s not what I intended to make you think about. You’re too compassionate for your own good, did you know that?”

“Oh, like you didn’t immediately worry about the same thing when you found out he was an orphan?” Kagome challenged, her mood lightening a bit after receiving his reassurance.

“No, you’re right. It’s impossible not to, I guess, from our perspective.” Inuyasha said. “He really is in good care. Turns out, the lady is an old friend. And, if you’re up for a little walk, I’d like for you to meet her.”

A smile began to grow on her face as her brows expressed her piquing interest. “Who?”

“Kikyo.”

Inuyasha watched Kagome’s bemusement deepen, her face twisting dramatically as she processed the two syllables he’d spoken.

“Yes, you heard me right.” He confirmed.

“Kikyo?” She echoed.

“Yes.”

“The Kikyo?”

“The only one I, personally, know.”

“The runaway princess?”

“That’s the one.”

“The Kikyo who called you a nit-witted mongrel?”

“Hah, that was a good one.” He laughed, forgetting he’d told her nearly every detail of how they’d fought to dismember the marriage arrangement. “How do you remember that?”

“I remember everything.” She stated simply. “But -“

“Yes!”

“Wow.”

“I know.”

“Alright, well we should get going.” Kagome said with a nonchalant shrug, shifting slightly to her side to push herself up to a standing with her hand.

Inuyasha jumped up, grabbing her arms to help. “Wait, so you’re okay with this? You’re alright with a little walk?”

“First of all, you’re too protective for your own good, did you know that?” She teased. “Second, I’m not that far along. I can still see my toes and everything. I’m perfectly fine with walking.”

Inuyasha pressed his mouth shut to stifle his laughter. “And, what about meeting her?”

“Oh, well you never asked me about that before. You told me you wanted me to meet her, and knowing you, she’s probably already expecting me. But, now that you’re asking, I don’t mind.” Kagome shrugged again, a smug grin on her face that only served to egg Inuyasha on.

“Oh, you don’t mind?” He echoed casually, stepping inward as his hands glided over her waist.

“I don’t mind.” She repeated.

“Not one bit?”

“Well,” Kagome clicked her tongue, pursing her lips as she pretended to put more thought into it, her palms smoothing over Inuyasha’s chest to wrap around his shoulders. “I can honestly say it’s always been high on my list to meet your ex-fiancee. Now that I have the opportunity, how could I possibly pass it up?”

“Why you cheeky, little - are you jealous?”

“Me?”

“Mhm.”

“Jealous?”

Inuyasha chuckled, leaning down to brush her jawline with a sweet kiss, knowing all too well that she was joking with him, and as he felt her smile push at her cheeks, he traveled down to nip at her neck.

“Not if you keep doing that.” She breathed.

“If I keep doing this,” Inuyasha spoke huskily against her skin, pausing his sentence to pepper more kisses. “We’ll never get there.”

Kagome giggled, waiting patiently for Inuyasha’s lips to make their way to her own, his kiss soft, grounding, heart-sputtering.

“But really, Kagome.”

She rubbed their noses together, giving him one last, delicate kiss. “Lead the way.”

As they reached the bottom of the hill, Kagome was a laughing mess, her flats practically having held no traction as she slid every two steps the entire way down, causing Inuyasha to be a nervous train wreck attempting to keep her up. She slipped to her butt, his grip on her hands the only thing preventing her from crashing down hard, and he crouched down in front of her, heaving a heated and defeated huff. The prince grabbed her cheeks between his palms, bringing her to giggle harder as his frustrated expression worsened.

“You’re going to be the death of me, woman!”

“This isn’t my fault at all!” Kagome feebly argued.

“I don’t see why you didn’t just carry her down.” Koga mentioned, both Miroku and Sango staring humorously at his sides.

“She won’t let me carry her anymore!” Inuyasha defended, standing and holding his hand out for her, lifting her to her feet.

“It’s not comfortable with a belly.” Kagome explained, pointing to her swell. “And, I hate being carried like some dainty thing.”

“You’re being carried back up.” Inuyasha declared, making her snort with another laugh.

“Okay, yeah, that’s fair.”

“Come on, the sun is setting.” Miroku urged kindly. They’d left the two other knights to watch over their belongings, but had to bring Koga in case anything out of the ordinary occurred. The detailed reminder was unnecessary, especially since he knew Kagome wasn’t fond of being doted on, but just like the prince, as princess, she was to be protected well. As princess with child, she was almost never to be left alone. Worst case scenario, some bandits stumbled upon their carriage out on the road, understood it meant royals were about, and hid in the trees until they returned. If they were wandering back through the woods in the dark, their defense was lower than normal. Granted, Koga and Inuyasha would sense anyone around, but it still made things a degree more difficult. Realistically, the chances of any of that happening were slim, but not altogether impossible. Hence the reason they were well-guarded, and all scenarios were to be considered. Not to mention, the prince was naturally protective of her, the instinct kicking into high gear the moment he found out she was pregnant, and his orders were very clear from day one. Kagome is never to be put in a compromising position.

Inuyasha entwined his fingers with his princess’s, keeping her close to his frame as he led her and the others through the town, the warm hues of the sky complimenting the colors of the homes nicely. There were still people out; not as many as before, but the life had yet to fully filter indoors. Unsurprisingly, heads were turning. It was one thing when two strangers were walking through, but now there were five - one of which who didn’t really have the option to strip off a layer of clothing to appear more casual. Being of common blood, though, Kagome had a tendency to not even tense in situations like these, hardly paying it any mind.

He gave three curt knocks to the door, waiting respectfully as he heard two little feet running toward them from inside. The child seemed small, the doorknob jiggling roughly back and forth a few times before actually succeeding in opening to reveal that his assumption was right on the money. She was shorter than where the knob sat, and it was clear to see she’d struggled to twist it open with how tiny her hands were. Her eyes, though, were alight with wonder, the hollow of her throat emphasized with the steady gasp she sucked in.

The girl backed out of their way to let them enter, her sights trained on them as her cheeks beamed with color. As the group walked through, Sango shutting the door behind them, they all spotted a line of four other children peaking through the wooden railing of the staircase bannister. Their expressions matched the little girl’s, and both Kagome and Inuyasha laughed lightly.

“I suppose our five minutes were up long ago, huh?” Inuyasha asked, spotting Shippo in the middle of them.

“I did my best, your highness. Really, I did.” He said, unconvincingly.

“How’s your leg feeling?” Kagome inquired, notching her head to see him through the crack in the railing.

“Never better!”

“I believe I told you all to wash up. Not gawk and stare.” A woman playfully chided, cocking a brow as she watched them all scurry upstairs to do as she said, giggling madly all the way. The oldest of the bunch had picked Shippo up so he wouldn’t get hurt, scampering away behind the rest.

Her gaze transferred to the group in the entry, a welcoming smile resting on her face. “Are you all hungry? There’s plenty of food.” She offered, leading the way into the kitchen.

At first, Kagome could admit she was highly intimidated by the woman before her. By Kikyo. She was breathtakingly beautiful, her fair skin tone unblemished, her hair long and silky and dark as night, her posture still poised and fit to hold a crown steady atop her head. She, for one, was born into royalty. She knew the ins and outs of being a proper princess, of how to balance what was expected of her, and surely how to be graceful. The entire way, she wondered if Kikyo would secretly judge her on her etiquette if she stammered or acted informally in the least, having been raised to know better as opposed to the merciless educating Kagome was married into. Now, she could see Kikyo, the runaway princess, was no one to worry about. And, the offer of sustenance helped ease her mind drastically - no less since the heavenly smell of the home was almost making the poor princess drool.

“Oh, I like her already.” Kagome whispered to Inuyasha, rubbing her belly soothingly as it rumbled. He chuckled, gripping her hand tighter as he turned to plant a quick kiss on her temple before guiding her forward.

Miroku and Koga stayed by the door - precautionary purposes, of course - but Sango followed behind the royals, leaving space but keeping watch. Just as before, Kikyo removed the apron she’d put back on, wiping her hands clean on it before bunching it up and dropping it on the counter, smoothing out any wrinkles in her dress.

“You must be Kagome.” She deduced, her tone level and kind. “I’m Kikyo.”

“The ex-fiancee.” Inuyasha teased.

“Ew.” Kikyo reacted automatically with a cringe. Inuyasha wheezed a laugh, flinching as Kagome lightly jabbed him in the side.

“Don’t mind him.” Kagome dismissed. “I’m sure you remember how funny he thinks he is. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

She chuckled, bowing her head in amusement as she stepped forward to shake the princess’s hand.

“I hope you never run into royalty outside of this, Kikyo, because your manners are awful.” Inuyasha mentioned, eyes alight with humor. Both of the women looked at him, confused until it clicked for Kikyo, her expression shifting to slight astonishment. “I believe you owe us a curtsey.”

“Not on your life.” She responded.

“Please don’t.” Kagome shook her head profusely.

“At least remember if you ever meet one who cares.” Inuyasha contended.

“A woman bows to no man.” She said with a challenging smirk before gesturing to the food-filled counters. “Now eat something and shut it.”

“We can’t stay long, but I would actually like to say hello to my horse first, if you don’t mind.” Inuyasha retorted, bringing the back of Kagome’s hand to his mouth to kiss before letting go and crossing to the back door of the house at the far end of the kitchen.

“My horse!” Kikyo reminded him as he ran out.

“Everything smells amazing.” Kagome commented, looking around at the incredible amount of pastries and goodies around.

“Thank you. We sell baked goods for an income, but we always make more than necessary. Please, help yourself.”

“Oh, no.” She shook her head again. “I couldn’t.”

“You can and you will.” Kikyo insisted. “Go for the chocolate chip first. You’ll love them.”

“Well, who am I to argue?” Kagome gave in with a meek shrug, happily bouncing over to the cookies to grab the large chocolate chip on top.

“Why aren’t your guards coming in? It’s fairly safe here; there’s no need to be formal.”

Kagome let out a groan, her head dropping back as Sango giggled in the doorframe, used to her dramatic gripes about the situation. “Because my dear husband put them on high alert for the next six months, so now wherever we go, they’re like this.”

“Six months?” Kikyo questioned, brows furrowing.

“Well,” Sango spoke. “Six months left, at least. And, really, it’ll only get worse after that.”

“Don’t remind me.” She rolled her eyes, taking a bite of the delicious treat in her hand.

Before Kikyo could ask anything further, the five children flocked in, all of them quiet for the most part but body language screaming of how excited they actually were. Kikyo had made sure to speak to the kids beforehand, forbidding a bombardment of questions she knew they would no doubt ask, threatening to take story time away - and each of them refused to risk that, wanting to hear the tale of how the lady of the house knew a prince.

“All clean?” She asked, her smile quite motherly.

“Yes!” They each answered, four out of five holding up their hands for her to see while the eldest held onto Shippo.

“Alright, you know the drill.” The eldest looked at the smallest girl behind her, the one who’d opened the door for them, gesturing out the other end of the kitchen where Kagome assumed the dining room was, taking she and Shippo to the table. The others got out the bowls, and plates, the utensils most likely already set out, waiting in an uniformed line for Kikyo to serve them hearty stew from the pot on the stove with a side of bread.

Inuyasha came back in not too long later, a pleased grin on his mouth, and Kagome could easily read he was ecstatic to have seen his old mare again. Ember eyes immediately landed on her, bringing a comforting heat to wash through her body, and he crossed the kitchen as the last child took food out to the dining room. His large palm instinctively glided over her belly, and he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, welcoming himself back to her side.

Kikyo no longer needed to ask a thing. The dress concealed her baby bump well, and she’d admit, if nothing had been said to tip her curiosity, and if the rubbing palm didn’t smooth out the creases in Kagome’s dress to reveal the adorable swell, she would have never noticed she was pregnant. It was peaceful, seeing the prince so happy when all she had the opportunity to know from him was sarcasm and angst. It was wonderful to know her friend had gotten the life he’d so desperately wanted. Deserved. Kikyo breathed complacently, filling extra bowls with food to hand to her guests.

—

The silver hair she stroked was soft, thick, the tips of her fingers massaging her husband’s scalp as he rested his head on her chest. They were back in their carriage, strolling through the darkness to make up for a little lost time before finding a place to sleep for the night. Instead of the couple sitting on opposite sides, Inuyasha had wanted to hold her, waiting until they’d gotten moving again before he curled his finger and urged her toward him. Happily, Kagome obliged. Kagome would always oblige. She’d sat beside him, but her legs went over his lap, her back resting against the carriage wall as his arms wrapped around her waist, nestling his head just below her chin. Whenever he did that, he always released the most satisfied sighs, and his body was always wonderfully hot, the heat gracing her flesh by soaking through both of their clothing.

“Sometimes, like today,” He spoke softly, his voice low and husky, doing something to her that she couldn’t put words to. “I’m reminded of how different life could have turned out.”

“You don’t have to think about that, though.” Kagome soothed, kissing his head as her fingers gently stroked one of his ears from base to tip.

“No. It’s important that I do.”

“Why?”

“Because, Kagome,” She could have sworn she felt his face grow hotter against the bare skin of her chest, but the proof couldn’t be seen with how they cuddled. “I almost didn’t have you.”

“But, you do.” She whispered in a simple manner.

“And, I’m grateful.”

“Oh, are you?” Kagome half teased.

“You just like hearing it.” He chuckled lightly.

“So,” She breathed, nuzzling her nose into his hair. “You’re happy?”

Inuyasha sucked in a tedious inhale, one of his hands bracing him to sit up slightly as the other traveled up to caress her cheek. His amber eyes met her gorgeous brown, the light from the moon and stars filtering through a crack in the curtains and bringing an enchanting glow to her features. He felt his own expression soften as he broke, completely enraptured, leaning in to lightly press his lips to hers. Kagome melted into his kiss, and he could feel her own conviction, causing his lungs to tremble as he curved his fingers around the nape of her neck, solidifying their position for just a moment longer. As he slowly broke away, he relished in the heat of her sigh, rubbing his forehead to her own as he gave his answer in a gentle nod. Without another word, he carefully curled back into her, his arms once more around her waist and head resting safely along her chest, listening contentedly to the rhythm of her heartbeat.

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closedafterdark · 4 years

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Since you write abt Sunmi, can you make one with latest Sunmi on black dress?

Note: another sequel to this Chungha ask.

You got out of bed and grabbed your pants that were on the nearby chair. As you put on each leg individually, you hopped, trying your best not to trip and fall. It was never good to keep a horny woman waiting, especially Sunmi.

“Good, Chungha won’t be home until tonight” you said to yourself as you looked at your phone. You managed to hail a taxi quickly and soon, you were off to Sunmi’s.

You were excited, having missed Sunmi’s touch. You exit the elevator when it arrives on Sunmi’s floor. She made the passcode easy to enter, your birthday. One last press of a button and the all too familiar ringtone signals the door’s unlocking.

You maneuver through her spacious apartment as you enter one of the three bedrooms. There you make out Sunmi’s radiant figure in the darkness.

“Why the fuck did you take so long?” She asks you with an annoyed expression. She crosses her arms and legs as the wide smile on your face quickly disappears.

“I got here pretty quickly” you said. “It only took twenty-”

“That’s not quick enough. You know I don’t like to be kept waiting. Look at this” she said, holding up two fingers that glistened in the slit of light emanating from the blackout curtains. “Look how wet mommy is”

When you and Sunmi began an intimate affair, she insisted that you called her mommy.

You licked your lips in anticipation as Sunmi raised an eyebrow.

“Get on your knees. Now”

You quickly sink down until you are eye level to Sunmi’s beautifully long legs and extremely soft feet. The slit of Sunmi’s dress gave you a hauntingly erotic view of her milky thigh. She briefly uncrosses her legs and shows you she was not wearing any undergarments underneath.

“Worship mommy’s feet” she said as she pushed her left foot in your face. You hold it, massaging it gently before leaving soft kisses across her heel all the way up to her big toe. You take the big toe inside your mouth, sucking on it slightly.

“That’s a good boy” Sunmi said, moaning slightly as you suck on her toe the same way you’ve sucked on her nipples. Taking her right foot, you repeat the process, softly nibbling on each toe.

“Do you like mommy’s feet?” Sunmi asks as you massage the foot that wasn’t currently in your mouth.

“Mommy has such beautiful feet” you replied, sucking on her skin as you savored her natural scent.

Sunmi removes her feet from you as she bends slightly and uses a finger, raising your chin upwards. You freeze, looking at her big beautiful eyes that were terrifying and erotically charged at the same time. She smiles sweetly at you, puckering her full lips as she inches her face closer to you. Your breaths become shallow, anticipating the soft contact that was soon approaching. Once your faces are mere centimeters apart, Sunmi pulls away.

“Not yet, baby” she whispers in your ear before nibbling on your lobe. “Undress mommy first”

You planted soft kisses all over her exposed chest, causing Sunmi to moan as you ran your tongue over her delicious looking cleavage. Your lips made a trail as your hands pulled down her dress, exposing her milky shoulders. You kissed both of them sweetly, watching Sunmi smile happily at how you were treating her.

“Good boy” she said, pulling you in for a kiss. She raised you back on the bed, laying on top of you as her tongue fought its way into your mouth. You massaged Sunmi’s large breasts, causing her to moan as she helped you remove your shirt. Her beautiful smile made you melt as she planted soft kisses on your now exposed chest.

Your hands made their way from her breasts, feeling every part of her body before finding her extremely soft bottom. You lightly squeezed her butt, causing her to jump slightly as she began kissing your neck. She sucked on your neck as you grabbed her cheeks with a bit more force this time, causing her to give you the most erotic stare you’ve ever seen.

“Looks like my baby is being bold towards his mommy” she said in a seductive tone, untying your joggers.

“Your butt is so nice, mommy”

You lifted up her dress where the slit was and slapped her soft cheeks, pleased to feel how velvety smooth her skin was.

She bit her lower lip while staring at you. “Mommy gets even more wet when you talk like that, baby”

You smacked her ass again, listening to the satisfying melody in your ears.

“Harder. Slap me harder”

You ignore her, choosing to slowly remove her dress. Sunmi’s thin waist contrasted her wide hips and extremely powerful thighs. Her round breasts were perfect for fondling, and even better for getting titfucked.

Sunmi bites her lower lip naughtily, as your sinful hands run across her entire petite body. Her hair messily flowed down her face as she gave you such a sexual expression.

You slapped Sunmi’s ass, seeing her react to the stinging sensation. She keeps her composure, rubbing her exposed lips across your covered shaft. You felt her wetness seep into your boxers.

Sunmi moaned while grinding against you. You couldn’t take it anymore. Slapping her ass one last time, you grabbed her hips and pushed her body towards your face.

“Baby!” she cried.

Sunmi was now on top of you, holding your head as she shakily lowers herself onto you. You began by kissing the warm creases of her thighs, causing her to have heavy breaths. She moved on top of you in a circular motion, feeling you stick your tongue out as you began to lap up her leaking juices.

“Oooh, baby. Your tongue feels so good” she moaned.

You licked her beautiful bare pussy. Sunmi gasped above you. She was always painfully sweet, the kind you can’t live without after tasting for the first time.

“Mommy is delicious”

“Baby...” she pulled on your hair as her moans became louder, grinding her pussy on your face.

Her beautiful pink lips were treated royally by your own, kissing them tenderly as she continued to drip onto you. You traced all around the outside before finally digging your tongue inside. Sunmi screamed as her thighs wrapped around your head. Her warm, wet walls began to quiver with each contact made from you.

“Baby, you’re making mommy feel really good” she said, screaming in between licks.

You lost all sense of time as you ate out Sunmi. You held onto her ass for support, spanking her every chance you could get. You couldn’t see, but you were sure her cheeks were bright red and had an imprint of your palm from how many times you smacked her. Loud moans could still be heard even though you were now using Sunmi’s thighs as earmuffs. You finally sucked her clit - causing her to pull on your hair so hard you thought she was going to rip fistfuls right off. Sunmi screamed as her legs squeezed your head.

“Oh my god, please! Baby, it feels so good!” Sunmi screamed, as she rubbed her pussy on your face. “Keep going!”

Sunmi’s back arched as you felt her shaking on top of you. She kept squirming, which you took as an excuse to squeeze her ass even harder. She moaned loudly as you felt her juices release into your mouth.

“Oh fuck!”

Sunmi screamed as her thighs painfully squeezed your head while she began to ride out her high. You consumed as much as you could as she grinded her tender pussy on you.

After about five minutes, Sunmi finally let go of your head. Her powerful thighs loosened their grip on you as you saw her mouth form an O from how excited she was. She looked at you lovingly, brushing her hair back as she leaned down and smiled.

“Baby, that was amazing” she whimpered, as you gently kissed her breasts before reaching her lips.

You were about to get up before Sunmi gently pressed you back onto the bed.

“I’ll suck your dick as much as you want after, okay? Please, baby. Please fuck me. Mommy really needs you”

You gave her a sweet kiss on the lips before switching positions with Sunmi now laying on the bed. She pulls you back in as your hands run across her smooth thighs, spreading them open as she allows you to enter her. You rubbed your cock outside her lips, slapping them slightly before teasing her even more as you waited to collect her juices.

“Please, baby” she whined, pinching your nipples softly.

You continued rubbing your tip across her pussy lips, relishing in the fact Sunmi was reduced to a whining, screaming mess.

“I said, fuck mommy! Fuck your mommy right now. I can’t wait” she said, her sharp nails clawing your back.

“Mommy is so needy” you teased.

“Please... please, baby... Please fuck your mommy?”

Her thighs wrapped around your waist, pulling you in more as you swiftly entered her needy pussy. Her warm, wet cavern was extremely tight. You felt her juices immediately coat your entire length as you sunk deep into her.

Her nails continued to dig into your skin as you gradually increased in speed inside her tight hole. You sucked on her neck as Sunmi began to moan erotically.

“Baby...” she cried in bliss, her powerful thighs holding you in place. “You feel so good inside me”

You were fucking her a bit faster, but still slow enough you were both able to savor it. Her round breasts bounced up and down, matching your movements. Sunmi kept screaming as you thrusted inside her. You were done teasing her, wanting to give her the fucking of her dreams.

You picked up speed, feeling her walls tighten around you as she started screaming even louder. Her pussy was painfully constricting you, fueling an unexplainable rage inside you to fuck her even faster.

“Harder, baby...” she said in a needy tone. “Fuck me harder”

You removed Sunmi’s thighs from your waist and placed them on each of your shoulders. Sunmi’s screams echoed throughout the apartment as you fucked her faster and harder. The wonderful sounds of skin smacking against skin filled the room and complimented her juices splashing around. You learned Sunmi was a screamer in the bedroom, wanting you to fuck her until you both couldn’t walk the following morning. Sunmi clutched onto the bed sheets as you both felt the bed below you begin to rock.

“Baby! Mommy’s gonna cum! Keep going.... oh god” she screamed. Her body shook again, as you thrusted into her. Sunmi’s scream was so loud, you thought your eardrum was going to rupture. She clawed your back as you fucked her through her orgasm.

Sunmi was a sweaty mess, a contrast to the sexually confident and authoritative woman you first laid eyes on when entering the apartment. You pulled out of her freshly fucked pussy as the cool air coming from the air condition felt wonderful on your cock which was covered in her hot juices.

“Please don’t cum yet, baby. Mommy’s not done with you yet” she said as your cock tingled with pleasure. She weakly got up, holding onto you for support. Once you both were eye level, Sunmi pulled you in for a passionate kiss.

She smiled mischievously as she sat you on the edge of the bed and kneeled down in front of you. Her hand stroked your cock as her wet tongue licked the precum leaking out of your slit. Sunmi smiled through her eyes as she watched you groan in pleasure.

“Mommy, that feels wonderful” you said.

She wrapped her beautiful lips around the head of your cock, gently sucking on it. Her hands fondled your balls pushing them up and down as if to feel how much they weighed. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up as you felt pleasure in your spine.

“Look how hard you still are, baby” she smirked, stroking your length.

You tried to answer but were interrupted as Sunmi jammed your cock down her throat. You threw your head back from the sudden pleasure.

“What was that, baby? You want me to keep sucking your cock?” she asked rhetorically, not caring what your response would be. Her tongue circled around your balls while she stroked you.

You let out your loudest moan of the entire time, as Sunmi took ownership of your body. Waves of pleasure flowed throughout as she took great pride in pleasuring you.

“How does my baby boy feel?” she asked, kissing your tip.

“You’re so good at that, mommy” you replied, panting heavily.

“I am, aren’t I? I’m better at pleasuring you than Chungha, right?” she said as she began sucking your cock again.

She used various speeds depending on how loud your moans were. Her soft hands fondled your balls as you watched her breasts jiggle up and down. You held onto her head, running your fingers through her extremely soft and moist hair. Sunmi looked up at you as she bobbed up and down, feeling you guide her rhythm.

“Mommy... It’s coming.” you said through a voice crack. “I’m cu-”

Sunmi bobbed her head repeatedly as you pushed her head all the way down to your base. Your penis erupted like a geyser, filling Sunmi’s warm and wet mouth with your own hot release. Her eyes pierced your own as you felt the ejaculation flow throughout your entire cock. Her seductive eye smile turned you on even more.

She opened her mouth, showing you her delicious reward. Smiling naughtily, she consumed your load in two gulps. Sunmi hummed in satisfaction afterwards, sticking her tongue out to show you there was nothing left.

You plopped back down on the bed, exhausted. Sunmi climbed back on top of you, alternating between rubbing your cheek with her thumb and running her fingers through your hair.

“There, there my baby” she said softly, kissing your chest.

Her extremely soft gaze calms you down.

“You always make mommy feel so beautiful and happy. I love you”

“I love you too, mommy. Can we rest for a bit before round 2?”

“Of course, baby” she replies as she plants a soft kiss on your cheek.

Sunmi couldn’t stop smiling as she pushes herself deeper into your embrace. She tries to say something before seeing you’ve already fallen asleep. Sunmi kisses your lips softly before snuggling back into your arms, closing her own eyes and slowly drifting off.

“Rest well, baby. Mommy will do all the work”

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nobodyeverasked · 4 years

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again; han jisung

3316 words - large

Summary: Sometimes you don’t realize how much you had until you lose it.

‘See you soon <3’, was what the text from Jisung - Y/N’s boyfriend - said, delivered almost an hour ago, right after school. Y/N could never get tired of Jisung’s texts that always sent pleasant shivers to run down his spine, ones that would resemble the circles rubbed into his skin under the veil of the starlight or the lips that danced across his neck between navy sheets - seared with desire. The night that passed through him as he walked his way to Jisung’s house day quiet, desolate over him, nothing but the moon - shrouded by swathes of dark clouds - and the faded street lights pointing in an arrowhead down the street.

His breaths, once full with hope for it to mingle with his boyfriend’s, went still though as he reached his front door, muffled sounds bursting through the windows that rest on the second floor. He thought that those sounds only rested between their sweat-soaked chests, and under the glaze on the moonlight. He thought that his room was a safe space, that his thin, white drapes were a gate that only opened for each other.

It could just be the television, Y/N thought as he pushed himself through the threshold of Jisung’s front door. He always kept it locked. It was the paranoia that bubbled in his stomach, what would leave him to ignore something that would always get him out of bed to check every night? Y/N’s heart burned, not with the love as he gazed into Jisung’s eyes. It wasn’t fire, but a poison, one that ached in his chest and billowed through him already as he turned the corner and wound himself around Jisung’s staircase. The noises were getting louder.

“Y/N!” Jisung cried as the pulsing beneath the sheets screeched to a halt, and hums of full-hearted pleasure - between Jisung and somebody who wasn’t Y/N… Who wasn’t the boy he pledged his love and loyalty to - stopped as soon as the door creaked open. “I-I.”

Someone else was in Jisung’s arms, Y/N’s second home. Someone else was stripped to their skin, tapestries of violet passion decorating their bodies that Y/N thought were special, were just between them. Yes, there were times that Y/N didn’t think he deserved a blessing like Jisung in his life, but apparently, blessings could only last for so long until they become a curse.

“Why…?” Y/N could only choke out, a smokescreen of sadness overwhelming his senses, his head was pushed under-water, his ears rang with a dread that plunged into his chest and ripped his heart apart with cold, weathered hands. “Was I not good enough for you…?”

“NO! Wait! Y/N pl-”

“On second thought, don’t answer that, you’ve made your opinion very clear.” All the perpetrator could do - their body cloaked in shame, a sheet that only used to bind around Y/N’s form draped along their shoulders. The flames of Jisung’s admiration now stained their cheeks and clung to their neck, a feeling that used to run sweetly on his tongue but turned bitter like ash. The flame in his heart that always burned for him was stifled under Jisung’s feet, the ones that Y/N would always stand on to meet him eye to eye and plant blooming pecks onto those lips that were always waiting to feel his own.

Was his lovestruck stare stolen by them too? Auburn gemstones of pure, untainted beauty now suspending another person’s reflection. The only time Y/N could ever truly see himself now distorted by someone else's image.

Tears dripped down his cheeks and burned into his skin, following his footsteps as he ran right out of the house and into the breeze that grew colder with every hitched breath that scratched at his throat and burst through his teeth. He kept his sobs muffled between hands -soaked with tears, drenched from the pool of sadness numbing his senses - as he rushed back to his home, one he knew would never leave him.

He couldn’t stop looking at his phone as it blew up with texts that he knew were from Jisung. Texts that he wished meant something now, the texts he hoped were not just a hollow shell of words and feelings encased in a sapphire bubble of meaninglessness. The light of his phone that pierced the tears staining his sheets taunted his anguish, beckoned his anger. The sparks that were festered between Y/N and Jisung’s hands as they walked each other to their classes and pressed each other up on random lockers started to wash away with the tides of grief overtaking his body. The metal of the lockers will never feel as warm as it used to without Jisung’s warm, loving gaze rested upon him.

Was that fake too? Y/N’s constant questions to the ceiling that tried to muffle his cries to the moon kept him awake throughout the night, his consciousness trudging through the starlight leaking through the window.

“Where’s your bitch?” He wishes he could say that to Jisung’s face when he stopped by Y/N’s locker, but those lips still seized his eyes - run dry from tears - still held the secrets they murmured to each other under the watchful presence of the twilight haze, still painted tapestries of adoration on his skin with his cherry chapstick. His hands, now bunched together in a pleading knot of desperation still sculpted Y/N’s body with every time they kissed under the sunset and smoothed across his cheeks as their tongues danced with the waves that brushed against their ankles.

That was the worst thing of all, to Y/N, Jisung was still Jisung. The man who swept him off his feet in the ninth grade. And the blissful toxins of Jisung’s cologne will always be lodged in the back of his mind - even if it did not linger on his skin anymore.

“Y/N, I just need to explain-”

“Han Jisung,” Y/N has never used Jisung’s full name like that, not with the sour tones of anger and betrayal he knew he deserved to taste. How could he even try to explain what he did to Y/N, the only person who ever understood him? “You don’t need to explain anything, okay? It’s time for me to move on, you obviously have already…”

With one last glance - the sparks of brilliance in Y/N’s eyes that Jisung used to count every night they spent together as he pulled back from his magnetic lips, faded - Y/N brushed past the man who he gave his entire heart to, poured his emotions through tightly sealed lips that only Jisung could pry apart with his gentle tongue. He tried not to turn back to the touch that grazed slightly between them, knowing that those very hands he tried not to reach for molded someone else’s body and worshipped another’s hips - and altar that wasn’t Y/N’s.

Jisung let his head fall on the locker beside him, regret boiling at the back of his throat. The sadness he tried to bite back under the fluorescent lights of the hallway flowered in his stomach, and the white-tiled floor - marred with Y/N’s retreating footsteps - he felt like it swallowed him whole. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t live knowing that he made a mistake that would cost him the man he never knew he took for granted. He found out too late.

He never realized how much he had until he lost it all.

It was that time of year again, where the frigid air clawed through the doors of the stadium that would soon house a flurry of dancing lights and rumble with the chorus of deafening screams. It was time for MAMA, an award show that garnered attendance from some of the most esteemed groups - Stray Kids was only one of them.

The snow covering the ground in a lustrous, ivory veil crunched beneath Jisung’s boots as he followed his other members inside. Everything seemed to be colder since he didn't have the arms of his ex-boyfriend - Y/N - to ignite the fires of admiration in his veins anymore. The air bit their fangs deeper, and the winds scratched harder. A day has not gone by where Y/N didn’t either haunt or bless his dreams - he couldn’t tell anymore - and lament the one decision that stripped the hands that made him feel at peace, the lips that drowned his sorrows in tides of cherry chapstick. The impulse that broke more than his and Y/N’s heart, but fragments of his spirit too, he could never forget the other man’s skin running beneath his fingertips, no matter how hard he scrubbed, or wash the flavour of their skin from his tongue. Little did he know that he would be looking into the oily gaze of his demons once more.

Y/N’s group was invited as well.

Y/N became a member of a group under YG, one that valued his skills and appreciated his presence. His group gained prestige quickly, through the haymakers upon the charts that their debut songs threw and the diverse, charming attitudes and personalities of his fellow group members. The privilege of being under an entertainment company as large as YG brought this group of five boys to MAMA in their debut year, this stage is yet another pit-stop in their blazing trail of glory.

Thoughts of Jisung’s hands still pried at him from under the sheets and leaked through the pillows he shoved off his hotel beds. His desperate gaze leaked off the faded moonlight, scratching through the drapes with a plea for forgiveness. Sometimes he wished he could take him back, shout that everything’s okay over the streets and shores separating them. But something always held him back. Always slapped his hand away from the shining lights of his own mercy.

As Y/N walked backstage - some time before his performance - worry clouded his chest, but something more than the velvet blazer framing his body pushed his lungs in, drained his breath before he could draw one. An ignited flame nipped at the back of his head, and it only burned hotter as a hand rose to rest on his shoulder, ripping the sigh from his tongue. By the air alone he could tell exactly who it was. The softness of that grip that once admired every inch of his body, the symphonies that those very fingers played from his heartstrings. He could remember it all - as if two years that numbed the taste of their skin never passed.

“Y/N.” Jisung tried to say, a shakiness in his voice evident as he tried his best to look at those locks of hair he wished he could tangle his hands in once more, and comb back from the forehead he would plaster with kisses.

Y/N could not respond with more than an acknowledging glance, his heart lodged in his throat. Jisung continued anyway, thankful Y/N dared to look him in the eyes even after all he’s done.

Jisung soaked in the starlight embraced by Y/N’s eyes, ones filled with such emotion and unfamiliarity that almost shook him to his core. Looking at his distorted reflection in the gaze that once hung lovestruck under him let the jaws of guilt sink their fangs into his head once again, all the distraught-ridden questions he asked himself when Y/N walked away on that fateful day resurfacing, washed up on the shores of his mind.

“I just wanted to wish you good luck, you’re gonna do great b-” He paused, trying to scale the awkwardness towering between them. “You’re gonna do great Y/N.”

“Oh… Uh - thanks-”

“C’mon, Y/N, let’s go!” Y/N voice - once bellowing with happiness and affection - now barely cracking the whispers that would dance in Jisung’s ears under the rights of the twilight. Y/N’s group leader bound around the corner, sighing with relief when Y/N came into his view. “We’re heading on in five, the stylists wanna do a checkup.”

With that, Jisung watched as the leader wrapped his arm around Y/N’s shoulders and brought him towards the stylist. An uneasy breath bubbled in his chest and thrashed between his clenched teeth. Wondering if anything could be the same, he dug his nails into his palms, wishing for Y/N’s lips to kiss away the marks they made.

The marks he has made.

Jisung sat there during Y/N’s full performance, constantly throwing away and thinking of new ideas on how to talk to Y/N again after so long, how to make amends for all he’s done and repair the damages he made. Some thoughts led him to wonder if he even could rebuild the bridge he burned to the ground himself - if he deserved forgiveness?

With the stopping of the music dragging him out from the tar of his doubts, he straightened out his jacket and bit back his deep breaths. He didn’t know if he was ready to face him again and to look into his eyes once more without feeling the embers of guilt scorch him from the inside out.

As soon as Y/N came around the corner, hands threading through sweat-soaked hair and a proud simper spread along his lips that Jisung wished he could make brighter. He pulled Y/N to the side, the gasp of shock washing over deaf ears.

“Y/N, can we please talk…?” Jisung managed to muster those words out, glad that Y/N’s mind was open enough to acknowledge what he was trying to do. “Pl-”

“What’s there to talk about?” Y/N already knew what he was getting into, but he needed closure, a reason. He hoped Jisung was going to give it to him.

“Please, I just need to explain everything…”

“Fine, my van arrives in ten.”

This was Jisung’s chance to make everything right, to hold his hand tighter, to say ‘I love you’ ten times more - no - a thousand. To never take this man for granted ever again. The lights of hope glimmered at the end of the tunnel.

“I’m… So sorry… It was stupid and impulsive and all of me doesn’t know why I did it. I regretted it as soon as we pulled away, and I realized what I was doing - without a reason why. You’re my baby, you were the best thing that ever happened to me, and I’m a fool for letting you go, letting you slip away.”

All Y/N could do was stay silent, mouth parted in awe as Jisung poured everything out to him, the echoes of agony ripping through every single word and the regret scraped off his tongue igniting the air around them.

“All I want- no- need. Is one more chance. Please, Y/N.” Jisung knotted his hands together, nearly falling to his knees. “I want to prove to you that I’m still the Jisung who fell in love with you in ninth grade - the Jisung who made a mistake so stupid it cost me one of the most important people in my life.” Tears tripped over Jisung’s lashes, the ones that would flitter against Y/N’s cheek every morning they spent together - conquering the hours of midnight with the video games they never managed to finish.

The tears carved rivers down Jisung’s cheeks and burned his skin. Y/N could barely hold the urge to kiss them away, just like he used to in his fondest of memories, their deep talks under the neon lights of the sunset never fading from his mind even now. Sunsets that sealed their most cherished secrets with a coral tinted wax.

For Y/N, everything started to resurface, all of the pleasant memories that he tried to banish over the last two years, the reflection of the blessing, his blessing Jisung, that never shed its skin of perfection after all he’s done. All of the special times shared under the sky - cradling words of adoration ever since their first date - couldn’t let him do anything but crack a small smile through his lips. He realized that some things are too good to let go.

Some things deserve second chances.

“J…” Y/N choked on Jisung’s name, the man before him making him want to be taken by those beautiful lips, whose smile would brighten even the darkest of his nights and would whisper sweet nothings into his ear as the sun set below the rooftops of their town. Those that would brand his skin with the flames of euphoria, and would light the sparks of desire faded under his heart.

He wants… So bad… To be enveloped by his embrace, to feel their limbs entangle under his sheets - drenched by the moonlight, the twilight haze dripping over their lips and painting a tapestry of passion along their amalgamating bodies. The arms that would wind around his waist and would never let go, and the legs he would edge himself between as they sat on their bed, skin running soft under fingertips, conversations running amply through the night.

He wants to feel Jisung’s heartbeat through their heaving chests, the symphony that would relax him during stressful times, whenever his deepest doubts would resurface to drag him back into the shadows of grief. Y/N longs for the loving heat that blooms from Jisung’s chest - burning hotter than the summer encasing some of their most cherished secrets - again.

Jisung did nothing but leave his expectant gaze hovering on Y/N’s lips. He wants to hear those words, words of forgiveness, of love that he wishes he could take back and keep in his arms until the day he dies.

“...Okay…” Y/N’s couldn’t think of what to say, everything that Jisung said bursting in his head. His words stuck in time. “One more chance, I realized it’s the least you deserve. If you genuinely recognize what you did, Then I’ll forgive you… I just… I don’t wanna be thrown away - again - please…”

Jisung barely knew what to do with himself, half of his expectations already whipping his body the other way, looking back to only see Y/N’s. But his fantasies came into a reality, his wishes to reclaim the man he loves being granted.

“Thank you so much, Y/N…” Jisung instantly rushed into Y/N and swept him up into an embrace. The arms draped silently around his neck feeling so ancient, awakening flames that should have died in the cold under Jisung’s covers. “I promise. Y/N. I will never, ever even think about leaving you again. I’ll prove to you that everything I said is coming from the bottom of my heart.” Jisung murmured into Y/N’s neck, the scent of his skin driving his mind crazy, and the smile he felt molding against his chest making his own that much bigger. “I’ll be with you and only you from now on, for as long as we’re on this planet. I love you, Y/N.” Jisung’s waited so long to say that, to spill his love into three words that were caught in his throat the day he made the biggest mistake of his life.

“I love you too, Sung.” Y/N cupped Jisung’s cheek, plush skin under and between his fingers searing his fingertips with the searing heat of devotion. The lips that pressed a peck to his palm letting a giggle spiral from between his teeth.

Their flourishing smiles weaved together, lips locked between languid tongues and pulsing with the rhythm of the dancing lights of adoration writhing in their hearts.

The long-lost desire to feel Y/N in Jisung’s arms again eclipsed his mind, flooded his touch with the flames of devotion. The only thing that matters to him is the treasure held between his arms, entwined with him in a windstorm of ecstasy and happiness.

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plusultrabitchez · 5 years

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Rooms on Fire Chapter 9: Together Now

*NSFW* Enjoy this lemon 🍋 🍋🍋

Hitoshi nudged the door open with his foot, his hands cupped your ass holding you up as he kissed you hungrily. Your soft moans fueling his desire. He slammed the door shut with his foot and pinned you up against the wall. One of his hands moved from you ass up your side to make its way to your neck to pull you closer to him.

He licked your lips before plunging his tongue into your mouth, intertwining with yours. Heat rushed through your entire body as you felt your core getting damp. You pawed at his shirt wanting to see his amazing body again. He chuckled into your mouth. "Impatient aren't we?"

You smirked and reached in between you to grab his ever growing bulge through his pants making Hitoshi hiss. "I'm not the only one who's eager." You quipped.

"I'm going to have a lot of fun with you." He whispered gruffly in your ear. The sound of his voice alone was enough to make you soak through your underwear. He quickly removed your shirt then his.

You both paused with ragged breaths drinking in the site of each other. You ran your hands down his chest feeling how fast his heart was beating. He leaned you against the wall, freeing his hands to trace up your amazing figure and to cup you soft mounds through your bra.

He went to work marking up your neck as he massaged your breasts. His mouth ventured to your chest, biting and sucking the whole way. Once his mouth reached the fabric of your bra he growled. "Take this damn this off."

He watched you intently as you reached behind you and undid the clasp. Hitoshi's hands slipped under the straps and gently pulled them off your shoulders and threw the garment on the floor leaving your chest exposed. He quickly unpinned you from the wall and tossed you onto the bed causing you to giggle and release a playful yelp when you bounced.

Hitoshi licked his lips as he crawled on top of you grabbing your left breast with his hand and putting his mouth on your right nipple. You moaned as his tongue swirled around you erect bud and gently sucked. He switched to your left breast and gave it the same treatment while he played with your painfully hard nipple with his free hand.

He was driving you wild. Going back and forth sucking and playing with your nipples, occasionally nipping them making you call out. You wanted to touch him so bad. You gently grabbed his hair and lifted his head to look at you.

Before he knew what had happened you had flipped on top of him, straddling him and pinning him to the bed. "Fuck." He breathed. He normally liked to be the one in control, but for you he'd follow your every order. You leaned over him and kissed him before biting his lower lip and tugging gently. You leaned to whisper in his ear. "My turn tiger."

He smirked and bit his lip as you gave him a sultry smile. You trailed gentle kisses across his chest and down his stomach. Occasionally nipping and sucking his skin making his breath quicken. You stopped reaching his pants. "Take these damn things off." Hitoshi chuckled at your impersonation of his earlier demand.

He gently tossed you off of him and stood up next to the bed facing you. You crawled to the edge of the bed and waited in anticipation. Hitoshi, loving seeing you all flushed and wanting him decided to draw it out.

He leaned over and kissed you lovingly while reaching down and pinching your nipple. "Hi-Hitoshi." You purred. His cocky grin emerged yet again as his straighten up and undid his pants and slowly pushed them down.

"Oh my god." You breathed as his fully hard cock sprang from his cloth restraints. He was bigger than any guy you'd been with. He was long with a decent girth. The sight of it drenched your underwear all over again.

Before Hitoshi could say anything you had leaned forward and grabbed the base of his throbbing member and wrapped you mouth around his head. He let out a gruff moan and grabbed you hair as you took him into your mouth inch by inch until your nose touched his stomach and he was down your throat.

You slid his length almost out of your mouth swirling your tongue around his head before plunging him back down your throat.

His grip in your hair became tighter as you continued your motions, your face becoming flushed and tears in your eyes from fighting your gag reflex. You didn't care, you wanted to make him feel amazing.

His hips started thrusting, his length hitting your throat with more force. You moaned, sending vibrations through Hitoshi who threw his head back and groaned. "That's it baby. Don't stop." You gladly followed his commands as you moaned on his cock as he fucked your mouth.

It didn't take long for him to finish, moaning your name as he released himself into your mouth. You sucked up every last drop before his legs got weak and he collapsed onto the bed.

"Holy shit." He said panting and looking up at you. You smiled, lips were raw and your face still flushed. He could tell that you were very pleased with yourself. Hitoshi gave you a kiss as he crawled on top of you and undid your jeans.

In one quick movement he had ripped off your pants and underwear leaving you fully exposed. He took a moment to fully admire you. "God (Y/N) you're so fucking gorgeous." He said slowly crawled on top of you and kissed you deeply. He took a few minutes to just hold you and kiss you as his fingers tangled in your hair.

His kisses moved down your neck, to your collarbone, down your chest, then stomach. He continued to plant soft tender kisses all over your body and told you how beautiful you were. You were his goddess and he wanted to worship you. His kisses landed on you inner thighs.

He smiled devilishly up at you from between your legs as you gasped, continuing to kiss you thighs and around the outside of your drenched pussy. You couldn't take it you needed him to touch you. "Hitoshi, please!" You pleaded breathlessly.

Hitoshi bit his lip as he saw how wet you were. He took two fingers and spread your lips apart, your wetness covering his fingers. "Fuck this looks good." He growled.

He plunged his tongue in your folds lapping you up. You yelled his name in ecstasy of finally having contact with your core. He hummed in pleasure. You tasted better than he ever imagined. He wanted to live between your legs.

He placed an arm over your hips in efforts to keep you still has he devoured your pussy. He gently sucked your clit before licking all the way down to dart and twist his tongue in and out of your entrance. You ran your fingers through his purple locks as you bucked your hips and moaned his name.

Just when you thought what he was doing to you couldn't feel any better he slid two of his fingers inside you. His mouth ruthlessly sucking and licking your clit as his long fingers darted in and out of you, curving to hit your spot at just the right angle. It sent you over the edge. You came hard half moaning half screaming. Hitoshi's tongue darted inside you licking up every ounce of your orgasm he could. Your taste was intoxicating. You were his new favorite meal.

Hitoshi removed his fingers from your core and slipped them into your mouth. You moaned tasting yourself and sucked his fingers clean. "See how good you taste?" He leaned back down and ravished your mouth. Kissing you with intense hunger. You both moaned as you tasted your lips and your orgasm. His hand went back to kneading your breasts as you made out.

You felt that his cock was hard again as it rubbed against your core. "Hitoshi..." you whined.

"What is it gorgeous?" He asked sweetly as he kissed your jaw.

"I want you." You purred. Hitoshi smiled against your skin. He reached for his nightstand to get a condom. "Don't worry about that, I'm on the pill." You said softly.

"Good, I want to feel every inch of you." Hitoshi said as he moved back over to you. He rubbed his cock on your folds to coat himself in your wetness then positioned his tip at your entrance. Your breath grew ragged as you watched him enter you painstakingly slow.

You both moaned loudly as he bottomed out in you. Hitoshi threw his head back and his eyes glazed over. You felt perfect. He filled you completely.

Hitoshi eyes noticed you wince in pain because of how stretched you were. He leaned down to wrap his arms around you. "Are you alright love?" He asked planting tender kisses on your cheek. "Yeah I just need a second." You replied before kissing him. You exchanged tender kisses as you adjusted to him. "You can move now." Hitoshi nodded and started moving in and out of you slowly and gently.

He was so sweet and delicate with you as you got used to his size.

Soon your pain faded and there was nothing but pleasure. Hitoshi took his time fucking you slowly and deeply. Kissing you passionately as he pulled his length almost all the way out of you and slowly bottomed out in you again. You clawed as his back, scratching him.

“God. You. Are. So. Fucking. Tight.” He groans in between his quickening thrusts. He raised your hips and put your legs over his shoulders allowing him to fuck you deeper. Your back arched and screamed his name as he pounded you into the mattress.

“Fuck you feel amazing Hitoshi.” You moaned, your eyes rolling back as he continued to fuck you relentlessly.

You felt your climax swelling inside you. You reached out for Hitoshi who’s head was thrown back. “Kiss me Hitoshi.” You pleaded. Hitoshi lowered his body and wrapped you in his arms holding you as close as he could as he slid in and out of you.

He rested his forehead on yours going back and forth from kissing you to gazing into your eyes. Your heart was so full in this moment.

You felt your orgasm washing over your body as you screamed his name. Your walls tightened around his throbbing cock, your fluids drenching him. This sent Hitoshi over the edge as he moaned your name and emptied himself into you. You could feel your juices seeping out of you and dripping onto your thighs. You held each other as you rode out your highs. Hitoshi gave you a tender kiss and ran his fingers through your hair before pulling out of you.

You both got up and took a minute to clean up before returning to the bed and climbing under the covers. Hitoshi had gone to the living room to retrieve your glasses of wine that you hadn’t touched. You cuddled up in bed with your wine and let out a satisfied sigh. Your legs were draped across Hitoshi’s lap as you nuzzled into his side and rested your head in the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

“Hey (Y/N)?”

“Yes handsome?” You cooed looking up at him.

He caressed you cheek and gazed into your eyes.

“I love you.”

You both smiled from ear to ear.

“I love you too Hitoshi.”

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deathtouch · 5 years

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Angela didn’t like to consider herself delicate by any stretch of the word. She was tough when she needed to be and could hold her own among her colleagues at Overwatch. She was fearless in battle, she remained calm and collected in the face of an emergency, and she had the strong stomach necessary for a medic on the front lines. It was just that, well, she kind of was delicate. She couldn’t handle a lot of the impact play that most subs seemed to revel in. She didn’t like being handled roughly. She didn’t want to be choked or have her hair pulled or anything like that. The idea of a crop, paddle, or flogger leaving marks on her skin made her physically recoil. She had tried some of those things, of course. When she was young and lonely and wanted something more for herself than just her career. She had tried a few Doms on for size. She had been willing to explore things like spanking, it just hadn’t exactly gone well. She still had unfortunate memories of safe-wording, fast. The sickly-sweet voice of her ex telling her she could handle more. The poorly masked disappointment when she refused to be hit again. She hated that feeling more than anything, the feeling of being a bad sub. She wasn’t a bad sub, she just hadn’t found the right Dom for her, yet. Some days it was hard for her to believe that there was a right Dom for her. There had to be, right? Someone, somewhere, who would be happy with her the way she was. When she was feeling her most sad and lonely, she sometimes doubted it… but she always tried to remain hopeful. In an effort to lift her spirits, or at least distract herself from her lonely thoughts, she let Jesse McCree take her out drinking from time to time. She didn’t pal around with Blackwatch, much. They had their own medic, an insufferable Dom who looked at Angela like she was prey. When they were both free, she and Jesse liked to spend time with one another, though. They were two of few subs at Overwatch, so they had to stick together. It was there at the bar that she met Fareeha. One minute she was sipping her mixed drink, nodding attentively as Jesse complained about how Commander Reyes was somehow both a massive jerk with a dumb, smug face and the hottest Dom he’d ever seen who Jesse wanted desperately to fuck. The next minute she was being introduced to ‘Fareeha’, who had come over to apparently give Jesse the hard time. “Hey, Ange, this here’s Fareeha Amari,” Jesse said, extracting himself from the headlock she’d playfully put him into instead of saying 'hello’. Angela had been vaguely aware of Fareeha’s existence. She’d heard Ana mention her daughter, and how proud she was of her. She knew Jesse and Ana’s daughter were friends, and that they went out drinking together quite often. Their paths had never actually crossed, though. Not until now. “Hello.” Angela smiled demurely and stuck out her hand to shake. "I’m Angela.“ She took in Fareeha’s appearance, noting her eyes lined in heavy black, a tattoo on her face, and thick defined muscles underneath her warm brown skin. Angela knew that she was a Dom straight away, could feel it radiating off her in waves. She got the usual butterflies that came with wanting to impress a Dom, to catch their attention, to be good for them. She didn’t think that Fareeha would actually be her type, though. Most Doms weren’t. Most Doms wanted a sub they could have some rough fun with, or that they could lay over their lap to spank, or at the very least mark up with a few bruises. Surely someone as big and tough as Fareeha seemed to be would want it hard and rough… Except she took Angela’s hand so gently, kissed her knuckles so sweetly, and smiled at her with all this warmth. Angela didn’t know what to do with herself. She was instantly enamored. She had never fallen for someone quite so fast before. "Nice to meet you,” Fareeha told her. Jesse didn’t have a chance in the world at getting their attention after that. He wisely made himself busy by flirting with someone else a few seats down. Fareeha asked Angela if she could buy her a drink, and Angela tried not to blush or read too much into it. They talked about how they both knew Jesse, and Overwatch, and their respective careers. They talked about how they were both single, and for some reason Fareeha seemed stunned. “Really? A sub a sweet as you? I’m surprised another Dom hasn’t collared you yet.” Angela smiled in a self-conscious sort of way and looked down at her drink. "I’m still trying to find the right Dom for me,” She said, trying to sound more confident that this would happen than she felt. Fareeha moved closer, putting herself even more in Angela’s space. "I bet I could be the Dom for you, if you’d let me.” Angela lasted approximately six more seconds under Fareeha’s lusty gaze. They left the bar in a hasty rush, barely remembering to say good night to Jesse on their way out. They started kissing in the taxi back to Fareeha’s apartment. Their hands were all over each other, grabbing, stroking, touching, desperate to be close. They stumbled through the lobby, drunk on excitement. They kissed even more in the elevator, this time with Fareeha’s arms wrapped around Angela’s waist, holding her, making her feel safe. They made it to Fareeha’s apartment with their clothes on, a true feat considering how badly they both wanted each other. Angela didn’t get a grand tour or anything, but she did get swept off her feet. Literally. As soon as they were inside with the door shut and locked, Fareeha scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom. There was something so undeniably hot about it, her strength and power made Angela’s stomach flutter. As soon as she was set down on the mattress, Angela started tugging her shirt off over her head. Standing at the foot of the bed, Fareeha did the same. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. There were more tattoos on her skin, on her ribs and over the curve of her shoulder. Angela had never seen a hotter Dom in her entire life. She wanted so badly, more than anything in the world, just to be the kind of sub this woman would want. It thrilled her to think of Fareeha’s warm praise. She yearned for it, craved it, knew she would do just about anything to get it. “You can hit me, if you want,” Angela offered. She got this terrible twist of anxious fear in her guts after she said it. It was the complete opposite of the fluttering she had been feeling just a few moments ago. Fareeha paused as she was climbing on to the bed, likely to crawl all over Angela and cover her in kisses. “…What?” Angela bit her lip, trying not to worry about the tone in Fareeha’s voice. “Spank me, I mean. Or… pull my hair. Choke me.” She meant for it to come out sounding sexy. Yes, master, please hurt me. The way every sub sounds in porn; desperate for it. Except she sounded scared even to herself and she knew it wasn’t hot at all. Fareeha kneeled up on the mattress, sitting back on her heels. “Do you want me to do that?” She asked, perplexed. Swallowing audibly, Angela tried to force herself to nod. “If you want to, you can.” “Hey, hold on. I asked you a question.” There was hardly any force in her words, more concern than anger, but the serious way in which she spoke got Angela’s heart beating faster. It was kind of hot in its own right. In any other context she would have melted before the dominance Fareeha was displaying. “Do you want me to do those things to you?” Angela hesitated, fully aware of how things would immediately end here and now if she said no. She’d have to awkwardly leave, get a cab back to her place. She’d spend the night going over everything she’d done wrong, feeling lonely and sorry for herself. Then again, this would all be ruined anyway if she ended up in pain she couldn’t handle. The last thing she wanted was a new memory of having to safe-word out sex. She didn’t want to know what Fareeha’s disappointed voice sounded like. She wouldn’t be able to deal with hearing it in her head over and over again whenever she thought of this night. She had to be honest. “…No,” Angela admitted. “Good,” Fareeha surged forward to kiss her. “I don’t want to do any of that either.” Angela blinked in confused surprise. “You don’t?” “I definitely don’t.” Fareeha kissed the corner of her mouth, her cheek, her temple. It felt good. All the excitement and want from earlier came rushing back. It replaced the fear that had begun to seep in, threatening to ruin things. Angela felt suddenly very hopeful, and very turned on. “What do you want to do to me?” She asked. “Kiss you,” Fareeha said, like she wasn’t already planting soft, tender kisses almost anywhere her lips could find. “Kiss every inch of you. Maybe lick you too. See if my tongue makes you squirm. Find out how many times I can make you come with just my mouth.” Angela gasped softly, overcome by the idea. It was so simple and yet it felt exhilarating in ways she couldn’t describe. She couldn’t think of anything she wanted more. She reached out for Fareeha, grabbed hold of her waist and pulling her close. “Please,” She breathed. “Please, I want that too.” “Fuck.” Fareeha dove in to kiss her mouth again and again. “You sound so hot when you beg.” Begging was definitely something she could do. Pain might be off limits, but Angela was well and truly at home when it came to supplication. She liked being on her knees, she liked saying please, she liked being the good sub who earned nice things by being submissive and sweet. It was ingrained in her, in every part of her. True to her word, Fareeha did kiss her. Damn near every inch of her. All her curves and edges. Each freckle and birthmark. Each soft and sensitive part of her. Fareeha’s lips made a path from one end of Angela’s body and back again. She used her tongue, too, just like she said she would. She licked and sucked at Angela’s pink nipples. She licked at the pale flesh of her inner thighs. She licked between Angela’s legs where she was most sensitive of all. It had been a long time since anyone had touched her there, much less used their tongue. Angela came almost immediately. To be very fair she had been aching for it since they started making out in the taxi. All these teasing kisses and sensual licks had just got her even more worked up. An orgasm burst through her as soon as Fareeha’s warm, wet song slid over her clit. It was cliché, but it really was like seeing fireworks. A sudden pop of bright, white hot pleasure that coursed through her entire body. She arched, went stiff, and a moan got caught in her throat. Fareeha seemed fully aware of what had happened, and she kept at it with her mouth until Angela’s shaking and trembling had subsided. When she pulled back, she licked her lips and smiled. “That do it for you, baby?” Baby. A pet name already. Delighted, Angela’s stomach fluttered again. Or maybe that wasn’t butterflies, but a twist of embarrassment because she had come so soon. She hadn’t even lasted more than a few seconds against the sensation of Fareeha’s tongue. Glancing away, trying to hide the blush that had spread across her face, Angela nodded. “I-“ she tried to think of an excuse but couldn’t come up with any good ones. “Yes.” “Hey.” Fareeha slipped a warm palm up Angela’s leg. “Look at me.” Angela didn’t hesitate. Embarrassed as she was, she knew to do as she was told. She brought her attention back to Fareeha who was still relaxing comfortably between Angela’s spread legs, as if she was at home there. “I don’t care how quick you came. I wanted you to, and I’m glad it happened, because now I get to make you come again, and again, and again.” Her words thrilled Angela to the core, made her fight back a shy smile. The sense of security she felt with Fareeha was only growing. It was like she couldn’t do any wrong. All her awkward slip ups were easily accepted. All her insecure uncertainties were quickly and readily assuaged. “No more worrying. Understand?” Fareeha asked. “Yea,” Angela nodded. “Yes, master,” Fareeha corrected her. Angela’s heart skipped a beat. Oh. Were they that serious already? It wasn’t a collar or anything but calling a Dom her master was kind of a big deal. Were they getting too caught up in the heat of the moment? Angela didn’t know, but more importantly she didn’t care. She wanted to say it. She wanted to give herself to Fareeha completely. “Yes, master,” She repeated. “Good girl.” Fareeha dove back between her legs and began eating her out once more. She had promised to make Angela come again and again, and by God she did it. She used her tongue, of course, but she also got her fingers involved. She thrust two of them deep inside of Angela and made her twist and squirm. The next two orgasms didn’t come as quickly or as easily as the first, but they were just as explosive. White hot, sudden, bursting through Angela like Roman candles on the Fourth of July. It felt so much better than any other sex she had ever had. Between orgasms Fareeha would lavish the rest of Angela’s body with attention. Soft kisses mostly, but the occasional gentle nip with her teeth. It was like she knew just how hard to bite so that it wouldn’t hurt. Angela adored every moment of Fareeha’s mouth on her. It had been so long since she’d been with someone who could take her into subspace, that she didn’t even realize it was happening. Everything just felt so good, so right. She felt so happy, so safe. It washed over her, blanketed her, warmed her from the inside out. “Still with me, baby?” Fareeha asked, sometime after she had managed to make Angela come for a third time. Angela moaned in reply. “Yes, master.” She loved those words. She loved saying them. She loved the way they felt in her mouth. She loved the sound of them. “You can let go,” Fareeha whispered to her. “I’ve got you.” Angela was already letting go. She knew Fareeha would take care of her. She closed her eyes, let herself drift off, let the soft subtle bliss of subspace take hold. She was aware of everything happening to her, of course. She still felt the lips that were pressed to her skin as Fareeha continued kissing her. She felt it as she was gently urged onto her side, and then her stomach. She must have been complying, moving of her own accord, but she wasn’t even thinking about it. She felt Fareeha’s warm, knowing hands massage her shoulders and down her back. She felt kisses on her spine, and her shoulder blades, and the backs of her ribs. She felt those knowing hands sliding lower, spreading her cheeks. Fareeha licked shamelessly as her hole, gliding her tongue over it. No one had ever touched her there before, much less licked. Angela should have been worried. This was something new, something different, something she hadn’t tried. Except she was so far gone that it didn’t matter. She trusted Fareeha. I’ve got you, those were the exact words she said. Angela knew that Fareeha would take care of her, please her, make her feel good. She wasn’t capable of worrying. Not here, not now. Not when that tongue felt deliciously good.Fareeha made her come one more time, a fourth and final orgasm. She lapped at Angela’s tight pink hole, teased it with her tongue, made her shift and sigh with pleasure. She reached with her fingers to touch Angela’s wet pussy as her mouth worked. The dual sensations overcame her, overtook her, and that firework spark was shooting off again. It was muted, somehow. Far away. Angela knew she was moaning, thought maybe she was saying words. Yes, master and please, master but at the same time it was like someone else saying those things, someone else feeling this orgasm tear through them. It took her awhile to come back, to touch base with reality again, for the overpowering bliss to fade to something soft and manageable. She was still on her stomach in bed, head resting among the pillows. Fareeha was sitting beside her, one hand gently resting on Angela’s hip. “Hey.” Fareeha smiled softly. Even though she had spent the entire night making Angela come, she had that just-fucked look about her like she’d been the one sent through the ringer. “You with me?” Angela swallowed. “Yeah.” That was, hands down, the most amazing sex she had ever had in her entire life. She had never experienced anything that intense before. Not ever. She was overcome by the experience, awestruck, not sure what to do with herself but lay there… “It’s okay, just rest. I’ve still got you.” Fareeha promised. “You look so beautiful right now. So…” she hesitated, trying to find the right word. “So delicate.” It didn’t sound like anything to be ashamed of. It wasn’t the insult it had been before. Angela had never considered herself delicate, had never wanted to, but that was only because she had been looking at it the wrong way all this time. Angela smiled and let her eyelids fall closed. Delicate. No, it wasn’t an insult at all. It was a compliment, and she was so wholly grateful to Fareeha for helping her to feel this way. “Thank you.”

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marisa-writes · 6 years

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Georgia cannot stop staring at her husband.

For at least five minutes, she’s been stood here, just outside the door to the loo adjacent to their bedroom, watching him as he watches his reflection. He’s fascinating, this man she loves, every shade of him—the many roles and facets he seems to slide into and switch between almost effortlessly. Kind-hearted. Driven. Sexy. Musician. Son. Husband.

Father.

Not more than twenty-five minutes ago, she’d stood with their two-year-old son, Carter, on her hip, and watched as her husband rocked the eldest of their newborn twins, Zeke, to sleep in the rocking chair in the twins’ nursery. He was all sweet brown eyes and warm honey tone as he sang Zeke a lullaby, Zeke’s counterpart, Zara, already fast asleep in her cot.

Then, maybe five minutes later, she’d laughed as he crawled around the playroom on hands and knees with Carter on his back, their dog, Artemis, barking as he tagged along. He’d had a goofy grin splitting his handsome face in between the moments in which he shuffled around the carpeted floor in his well-worn jeans, roaring like a great grizzly bear—a sound that seemed fitting for the way his jaw had become overgrown, adorning a heavy beard he’d yet to tame much since the arrival of the twins. As he crawled and growled, Artie nipped playfully at his heels and Carter lay draped across his back, little arms curled around his father’s neck and giggling as he cried, “Daddy bear! Daddy bear!”

This, which was slowly becoming a routine way of closing out the night with their eldest son this week, had gone on until Carter was nearly tuckered out, and then Georgia had scooped him up from off of her husband’s back to cart him upstairs and put him to bed with a kiss to the forehead and a few pages of Goodnight Moon.

Now, she watches her husband as he leans towards the mirror, freshly showered, brows furrowed in concentration as he glides the electric trimmer along his jawline. The last time they’d had a new baby in the house—which was also the first time they’d had a new baby in the house—and she’d found him in the mirror like this, his hair had been a bit longer, the lovely, damp strands curled over the shell of his ear.

His hair is wet now, but not long enough to curl up the way she loves, just long enough that he’s pushed it back from his forehead, to keep the water from dripping into his eyes. His powerful shoulders and well-defined back are glistening in the glow of the recessed lighting overhead, and there’s a bath towel slung low on his hips, secured with a simple tuck at the front. A wave of desire washes over her now, and she wrings her hands in the fabric of her camisole. As if his heart isn’t reason enough to want him, being built the way he is and the rich bass of his voice factors in the lust and...Christ. He’s—he’s so much to take in, this man. Her husband.

Her Liam.

It’s the moment his brows unfurl and lift that she realises she’s been caught. Switching off the trimmer, he sets it aside, turns to look at her full-on and stares for a long moment, but he doesn’t say a word, just crooks a finger, a grin curling his lips and a devilish gleam in his eye. She knows, taking slow steps into the loo, that she’s willingly walking straight into the lion’s den.

There are worse ways for one to meet their demise, she decides.

Liam’s hands find her waist the second she’s within touching distance, and the way his fingers settle there, caressing her hips with delicate fingertips, makes her body sing even beneath the layer of fabric between his hands and her skin.

During her first pregnancy, she had been self-conscious about him touching her here—around her hips, her stomach, and her thighs, the baby weight she’d gained prominent there. She was softer, thicker in parts, and struggled to make peace with the changes her body had undergone in the thick of pregnancy. It had taken months before she’d even grown comfortable enough with her changed body to let Liam get truly intimate with her, but he was a prince about it, bless him. The first time she’d dared to let foreplay return to their lovemaking sessions after Carter’s birth had begun in this very same place, with their roles reversed—Georgia in the mirror, Liam watching from a distance, and when he’d finally taken her to bed, his clever mouth had made the evening more than worthwhile.

But this time around, she’s come to embrace all of her softer parts much sooner, and revels in them, actually. The weight settled around her tummy and her hips, the stretch marks, are all the result of motherhood, and motherhood is the greatest honour that has been bestowed upon her thus far. Aside from that, Liam’s hands worship every inch of her body with great passion and care in every state—pre-pregnancy, post-pregnancy, and all the little moments in between. She doesn’t wish to deprive herself of his masterful touch at length this time around.

As he gathers her up, Georgia revels now in the closeness of him, his warm hands sending heat rippling through the thin fabric of her silk camisole. In one swift motion, he has her feet off the ground and her bum planted on the countertop, and she smiles at him as his hands move from her waist to the inside of her knees, and he gently pushes her legs wide to lend himself enough space to fit his body between.

“Hello, wife of mine,” he greets her at last. The way his eyes settle on her stirs something thick and warm in the pit of her belly, and she reaches a hand up to cup his now less-bearded cheek. It’s lovely to feel herself align across the spectrum—maternal, nurturing and much more confident with her parenting skills this second round, but also desirable, cherished by her husband in every way at every point in time they’ve spent together.

“Hello,” she replies softly, leaning forward on the countertop until her lips touch his forehead, pressing a kiss there. She hears Liam release a deep sigh as she does, and a smile curves her lips. Against his skin, she whispers, “Happy Anniversary, Liam James.”

Four years. Georgia’s had the great fortune of being married to Liam Payne for four whole years. They’ve been together even longer, but the past four have been spent as husband and wife, setting them on a path filled with countless adventures and parenthood, an adventure all its own.

When she pulls back, Liam’s hands find her waist again, fingers crawling up beneath the hemline of her camisole to work gentle circles into her bare skin. He leans in, gently presses his lips to hers, and replies, “Happy Anniversary, Georgia Walker. Sorry we couldn’t get out for this one, like usual.”

Georgia dismisses the notion with a wave of her hand. “‘S all right, babe. I don’t need a special night out. Spending time with you—wherever we are—is enough.”

Their fourth anniversary falls about two months after the birth of their twins, and both Georgia and Liam, unable to part with their children, decided to spend a quiet night in as a family. The day began sweetly and with tradition, Georgia waking up to the sound of Tony! Toni! Toné!’s “Anniversary” while Liam presented her with a good morning kiss (or three), a beautiful bouquet of flowers, and a serenade as he pulled her out of bed, followed by a slow dance in their pyjamas.

He’s begun each of their wedding anniversaries in the same manner, and Georgia has yet to grow tired of it.

After that, the pair went about the day as if it was any other. Just having Liam near made her feel special, to be honest. He made her favourite for breakfast, gave her more kisses whenever the mood served, and they spent time with the kids until the evening drew to a close.

Now, with all three of their children settled into bed, the hour offers a rare moment of privacy. Georgia grasps at it wantonly, the way she hooks two fingers between the tuck of the towel and his bare skin beneath and grasps at the terry cloth fabric, tugs him closer, ‘til they nearly bump noses.

Georgia feels the laugh rumbling in Liam’s chest in her own as they collide, and he slots his lips to hers, this kiss deeper than the last as she grants his tongue entrance. Strange, how many times they’ve kissed—their seven years of it feels more like a lifetime—and each one always seems better than the last.

She’ll never tire of it, of kissing him.

They kiss until Liam’s wandering hands come from beneath her camisole to grip the hemline, and Georgia receives the message he’s sending almost instantaneously, lifting her arms. He breaks their kiss long enough to pull the silky garment over her head, leaving her in the old, ratty pair of joggers she nicked from him ages ago, the ones he keeps insisting she toss in the rubbish, but they feel like home to her, the way he feels like home to her, and she can’t bear to part with them. They gave and stretched and wore down even further in the earliest months of her pregnancy but she is too attached to sever ties, and how absolutely comical, to place such sentiment in a pair of threadbare cotton trousers, but sentimental and irreversibly attached she is.

Well, not so attached that when Liam urges her to lift her hips that she’ll deny him the access to slide them past the curve of her bum and down her thighs to pool on the floor, at his feet. That, she does willingly.

In just her knickers now—a simple cotton pair; not even sexy ones, at that—Georgia sits on the countertop, colour in her cheeks that she knows is present from the warmth that radiates beneath her brown skin. It’s the way he looks at her now, the way he’s always looked at her, like he can’t believe his eyes, that makes those simple cotton knickers feel like the sexiest lingerie she’s ever purchased for herself. His eyes devour her like she is a visual treat, and her body hums in anticipation as he crooks a finger beneath the waistline of her knickers, begins to tug them down.

Georgia curls her hand around his wrist before he gets them far, and she tuts at him, using her other hand to tug at his towel again. “Now, I’ve been thoroughly undressed while you haven’t removed a thing,” she says, nodding towards his waist.

“I’m in less, Gee,” he says, with a lopsided grin, as he pushes a hand through his wet hair. “But you don’t care about that, do you?”

“Not a bit,” Georgia replies, mirroring his grin. She motions towards the towel. “Off with it, then.”

Liam chuckles and nods, leaning back so that he can untuck the towel. The pace at which he pulls it loose is cruel at best, and the grin he wears is worse as he lets it drop to the floor with a flourish.

When Georgia raises a brow at him, he says, “Thought you might enjoy a bit of flair.” His smile, now, is devastating.

“Clever man,” Georgia quips, though the words come out much softer than she intends.

“Why, thank you,” he replies as he leans forward again, his hands pressed to the countertop, bracing him on either side of her hips. His eyes, clouded with lust, level with hers and he says, “Now, to level the playing field entirely…”

Georgia lifts her hips before she is asked, and Liam swears under his breath before taking the invitation, tugging down her knickers until they, too, are on the floor. Then, his hands are on her thighs and her breath is caught in her throat as the anticipation in the air runs as thick and heavy as the cock growing restless against his belly, and she’s unsure of what his next move will be.

But suddenly, his brows furrow, remembrance cast across his features, bringing light into his darkened eyes. “I just remembered...I have a surprise for you prepared downstairs.”

“A surprise?” Georgia inquires, her interest piqued despite the synapses firing off in her brain that cry out in base carnal desire, fuck me, now.

Liam kisses her chin, a delicate little kiss, and nods his head. “Chocolate-covered strawberries,” he says, and Georgia’s eyes light up as a switch flickers on in her mind. “Made ‘em meself, while you were out running errands yesterday afternoon. Tried to hide them in the fridge, out of sight—”

“I saw them,” Georgia says softly, with a wince as she notes his crestfallen expression, hating to ruin his surprise. She didn’t mean to, but she discovered them while sifting around for something to eat for lunch this afternoon, tucked away behind a few cartons of takeaway Chinese.

“Aw, fuck.” Liam ducks his head in disappointment, chin dropping to his chest. “Damn. I tried.”

Georgia slides her fingers beneath his chin and lifts his face upward, so that their eyes meet, and holds his gaze firm. “I was going to act very surprised, when you showed me,” she assures him. “I was surprised, by the way.”

“Well, that’s something,” he says, his eyes going soft.

“You’re something,” she counters, feeling the corners of her lips tug up into a small grin. “You’re...just incredible, is what you are.”

Liam shrugs. “I just love you, is all.”

A pang shoots through Georgia’s chest at that, makes her breathless. Just. He just loves her, as if that is an accurate description of the great, fantastic love he has for her, that he showers her with on a daily basis. As if just could truly describe what she feels for him in return. Just love. Unbelievable, this man.

A beat of silence passes between them, and Liam leans forward just enough to press his lips to hers, firm and warm and good. Neither of them are bothered by the tone and weight of this conversation mixed with their state of nudity; it’s intimacy at its finest, in Georgia’s opinion, and she’d never want for anything less.

“Thoughts, Mrs. Walker-Payne?” Liam inquires, after a while. There’s only a breath of space between their mouths.

Georgia takes a long moment to compose herself, to put her desires into words less blunt or vulgar than the ones her brain’s been firing off since he stripped her entirely bare. “I’m thinking that I’m looking forward to your surprise,” she replies.

Liam nods and takes a step back, and she realises he’s misread her when she sees him make a motion to crouch down to retrieve their garments for redressing. Quickly, she catches his opposite hand before he does.

“Wasn’t quite finished, my love,” she says.

Her eyes seem to pin him where he stands, and his brows furrow, confusion etching lines into his forehead.

“The strawberries will save,” she tells him, stroking her fingers up his arm until she can grasp his bicep and pull him close again. “They can wait. I, however, cannot bear another moment waiting to feel you…”

She places her free hand against her chest, glides it down her torso slowly, until she reaches the juncture between her thighs.

“Here,” she finishes.

Liam lets out a guttural groan, quiet but rousing, and he reaches for the handle of a nearby drawer and pulls it open, rummaging around. Georgia doesn’t have to look to know that he’s in search of protection, their stash as plentiful as ever in this space, as it is in various other places in their home.

They’ve never been shy about their tendency to make love wherever the mood finds them enraptured.

Liam sighs as he strokes himself for a while, his half-lidded eyes seeming to delight in the way she touches herself while she watches his prick grow thick and heavy in his palm before he rolls the condom over his length. Georgia feels her back involuntarily arch like a cat as he takes hold of her hip and slides her closer to the edge of the countertop. Their eyes lock as she feels his cock at her entrance, and her mouth falls open as he guides himself inside, slowly, until he’s filled her entirely.

Georgia is so wet that he builds them up to a steady rhythm in record time, a thump-thump-thump of his hips rutting into hers at the edge of the countertop and Georgia leans her body into him to meld them closer, nails in his back as he thrusts into her again and again.

On the cusp of orgasm, she finds her mouth at his shoulder, teeth grazing his now flushed skin as she tries to keep her cries at bay, in fear of waking their children. Still, the earth seems to split apart and shatter when she finally comes, a feeling in every cell of her being so intense that her final cry reflects this, even when muffled into her husband’s broad shoulder.

Ever the please-her-first kind, he has yet to come, thrusts several times more before he joins her in bliss, a heavy grunt as his hips seize and he finishes.

It’s quiet afterward. Georgia is blissfully sated, and she blinks away the stars that dust her lashes as she pulls back enough to eye the state of his shoulder. “Sorry,” she muses, as she leans into him again, soothes the sting of his red-marked skin with her tongue.

Liam just laughs—that sweet, gentle laugh she’s always loved—and she can feel the grin that follows pressed into the crook of her neck. “I love you,” is his response, murmured into her skin. After a moment, he pulls out, takes care of the condom, and asks, “Can you stand?”

Georgia is sure that if she tried to slide off this counter right now, her legs would give and she’d be a pile of limbs on the floor. So she shakes her head, and feels Liam nod, then move back to create some space.

“Can I carry you, then?” he asks.

Georgia is surprised that he’s even entertaining the thought of mustering enough strength in his own legs to move not just himself, but the both of them, out of the loo and into the next room. But she nods anyway, marvels at the way he curls his arms around her, lifts her up with nothing but a soft grunt as he adjusts to her weight in his grasp before walking them towards their bedroom.

He’s as sweet as ever, doting and kind as he pulls back the covers and sets her down upon the mattress, helps her into pyjamas before tugging on his own, and then begins rummaging around in the nightstand. It takes her a minute or two, but she finally crawls beneath the blankets, until Liam taps her awake and makes her open her eyes.

“You know you’ll regret it,” he says, waving her silk headscarf in front of her face, and knowingly, she nods and sits back up, accepting the hairbrush he supplies her with.

Knelt behind her, Liam waits patiently while she wraps her hair, gentle brushstrokes keeping the strands in place, and then he helps her situate the headscarf just right and ties it for her. Georgia smiles when he presses a sweet kiss to the back of her silk-covered head before following her into the sea of dark sheets that awaits them.

“So, strawberries tomorrow?” he whispers, his arms encircling her waist as he slides into position behind her, nose nuzzled into the back of her neck. “When we’ve both got the energy?”

“Tomorrow,” Georgia agrees, before letting out a yawn. She slides her toes against Liam’s ankles and sinks back into him, the warmth provided by his closeness seeping quick and heavily into her bones.

“Happy Anniversary, Gee,” he breathes, before pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck, just beneath where her headscarf is tied.

Georgia sighs deeply. She’s never been more in love.

“Happy Anniversary, Liam,” she whispers in reply.

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