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Adore You Part IV | kmg x f!reader

I'd walk through fire for you, Just let me adore you

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~7.7k | Pairing: kmg x f!reader | Genre: romance, smut

Life has changed a lot in the past two and a half years, and it's about to change even more, but Mingyu knows he can do anything with his CEO by his side.

Warnings: shower sex, fingering, oral f. rec., piv sex, slight impreg kink, creampie, aftercare, talk of food/eating/diet changes, talk of babies and pregnancy, they are trying to have a baby and i wanted it to be a surprise but i had to warn yall so just pretend you didn’t know, they’re so in love, crying so much crying, mingyu is good at everything so he’s a carpenter too, feat. seokmin as the replacement assistant (mingyu has one sided beef w him)

Reader Notes: she/her pronouns, has vagina and breasts, can get pregnant, still a boss bitch, gets carried by mingyu, same age as mingyu for one line only so you can pretend otherwise if you so desire

Mingyu wakes to early morning sunlight warming his exposed skin. The duvet has been kicked to the end of the bed, the sheets tangled up between your legs and his. He’s not cold so he knows you aren’t either, not with his chest flush to your back and his arms wrapped around you. He assumes one of you must have gotten too hot, hence the discarded duvet, and reaches down to pull at the sheet, knowing you still like to be covered up even when you’re warm.

You stir at his movements, your legs shifting as a soft hum escapes you, and he freezes, holding his breath until he’s sure you’re still sleeping. You need as much rest as you can get, though Mingyu does love the mornings where you both wake up early and chat until it’s time for you to get ready for work.

This won’t be one of them, as there’s only twenty minutes left before you need to wake up, but Mingyu is alright with that. It means he has some extra time to think, to relax, to soak you in. You’re only apart for nine hours a day, but he misses you in those nine hours, misses your soothing presence and your smart comments and your sweet kisses.

He fills that time with working out, cooking, cleaning, running errands, and working on various projects around the apartment. You own the unit, so he’s free to paint and put holes in the walls, and almost every week, he has something new to show you.

It doesn’t make him miss you any less but it does make the time without you go faster, and whenever he starts to feel down about not being your assistant anymore, he reminds himself he’d rather be your 5 PM to 9 AM than your 9 AM to 5 PM. That always helps, knowing he’s the home you come back to.

It doesn’t remove the sour taste he gets in his mouth when he starts thinking about his replacement, though. Seokmin isn’t the worst, but he’s not the best (not like Mingyu is), and it doesn’t help that Mingyu always feels as if Seokmin resents him for his place in your life. He’s not sure if Seokmin is jealous, or if he thinks Mingyu is a distraction, or maybe he even feels like he’ll never be able to fill Mingyu’s shoes.

Mingyu is taller, and his feet are bigger, and he was a better personal assistant, but it’s been two years since he resigned and he’s not giving up this life for anything. Not when it means he gets to be with you like this, gets to wake up with your body aligned with his, gets to spend his days working to make the life you share even better, gets to welcome you home with open arms and a hot meal and a mouth begging for a kiss.

This is what Mingyu dreamed of but never believed he could have, and nothing in this world could tear him apart from you.

Nothing except for your alarm, at least.

He feels more than hears you groan as your phone vibrates on your nightstand, the incessant buzzing loud against the stark quiet of the bedroom. You reach out and feel around blindly, your eyes still likely closed, until you locate the obtrusive device, pulling it toward you and tapping until the noise stops.

You sigh and burrow deeper into his chest, and Mingyu feels his heart swell so big, he swears it’s about to burst out of his ribcage. He holds you tighter, pressing a kiss to the back of your head, and contemplates begging you to take a sick day. You could just stay in bed with him, waste the sunlight talking and kissing and making love until your stomachs remind you that sustenance is required.

You start to shift out of his arms before he can open his mouth to ask, your work ethic and indomitable need to get shit done preventing you from having a lay in. He holds back the pout and releases you, hugging the sheet to his chest when your warmth leaves him and watching as you start to amble toward the bathroom to get ready.

You stop like you’ve forgotten something, and Mingyu supposes you have because you turn around and come back, setting one knee on the bed and leaning over him.

“Morning,” you whisper before pressing your lips to his, the both of you far past caring about stale breath. He kisses you back, cupping your cheek to hold you to him, moaning petulantly when you pull away.

“I have to go take a shower,” you murmur apologetically, smooching him what you think is one last time before climbing off the bed. He reaches out, catches your hand, and asks, “Can I come with you? I could drive you to work today.”

You bite your lip, considering it, and check your watch to see if you have enough time. You usually use public transport but if he takes you, you wouldn’t need the twenty minute cushion you normally give yourself just in case of breakdowns or traffic. He’ll also get to hold your hand in the car and sing you love songs, which he always adores doing.

“Okay, but we can’t get too distracted. I’ll set another alarm,” you concede, tugging him by the hand you hold. He grins triumphantly, sitting up and scooching to the edge of the bed before standing and raising his arms in a deep stretch. One of them only goes so far, still attached to you, but the other reaches high above his head, his spine popping and cracking as it elongates.

You make a face at the sounds and he just chuckles softly, “Hey, you have to love every part of me, even my height induced back issues.”

Rolling your eyes, you pull him toward the en suite, replying, “I do love every part of you, old man, even your height induced back issues.”

“Baby, we’re the same age!”

You don’t respond but he sees your head shake and imagines the fond smile you must be wearing, squeezing your hand and waiting for a squeeze back. It comes before you let him go completely to turn on the shower and start undressing, your pajama tank going first.

You’re wearing nothing under it and Mingyu is entranced instantly, too distracted watching your breasts move as you push your shorts down to take his own clothes off. He’s only got boxers on anyway, though they’re slowly becoming tented the longer he stares at you.

Used to his open admiration by now, you just toss your clothes in the hamper and step into the shower, kindly leaving the door open for him even though all the built up steam is escaping. The absence of you shakes him from his stupor, and distractedly, he slides down his boxers, letting out a quiet hiss at the feeling of the warm, damp air on his hardening cock.

He takes a step closer, then another, until he’s standing just outside the shower, his eyes caught on your form as water glides over your curves. You’re washing your body, suds drifting along your tits and down your stomach, and Mingyu is so, so gone for you.

“Any day now, honey,” you call, glancing towards him and jumping, likely not expecting him to be standing there just staring at you. He steps over the ledge, feeling the change in air temperature immediately, and crowds in close to you, his form blocking most of the water.

“Can I make you cum? Please?” He asks raggedly, needing to feel you on his fingers, his tongue, his dick, anything.

“I don’t know if we have enough time,” you say as you take a step back from him, your hands on his chest and your eyes reluctant.

“I can be quick,” he promises, though he’s not actually sure he can. Yes, he’s got giving you pleasure down to a science by now, but there’s something about this morning that makes him want to linger.

You think for a second, before deciding potentially being late is worth it and saying, “Okay, but just once.”

That might be a bit difficult too, but he’ll do his best to respect your wishes, no matter how much he loves making you fall apart over and over again. He nods solemnly and starts walking forward, his hands latching onto your hips as he presses you up against the heated shower wall. Sinking to his knees, he takes hold of one of your thighs, pulling it up to rest on his shoulder before deciding he needs more room and pushing it up and to the side.

He can make you cum with one hand anyway, and he likes having you all spread out for him like this, likes the way the lips of your pussy part to show your folds, your clit shrouded in its hood and your entrance already shining with arousal.

He doesn’t waste any time, knows it’s precious, licking into you just to spread your wetness before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking, groaning at your taste. The fingers of his free hand glide up your inner thigh, pinching and rubbing and digging into your flesh before they reach your weeping cunt.

He sinks in one first, pumping it in and out, curling on every other stroke as his tongue taps at your clit, his lips still pursed tight around it. You shiver above him and let one hand fall to his head, your fingers delving into his wet hair when he adds another, crooking them towards your belly and feeling for that erogenous patch inside of you.

You sigh his name when he finds it, a long, drawn out sound that makes his heart race and his dick twitch, and he thanks you with a hard pulse of his lips and a grind of his fingertips. That makes you buck into his face, starting a seemingly endless loop of him groaning around your clit and you fucking yourself on his fingers.

He feels like he’s touching heaven, like he’s carving a masterpiece out of immaculate marble, like he’s dipping his fingers into the pools of Elysium every single time he gets his hands on you, and that’s something he knows will never change.

Something else that will never change is how much he loves to make you cum, though he prefers to take his time and give you as many as you can handle. But you said once, and Mingyu is nothing if not a good listener.

He’ll just have to make this one really count, make it good enough to last you both the whole day, or at least the next nine hours.

So he doubles his efforts, sucking at your clit deeply enough that his cheeks hollow and hooking his fingertips into your g-spot before grinding into it roughly, jerking his hand back and forth until your fingers clench in his hair and your cries ring in his ears.

He helps you ride it out, fighting back a grin at the way your hips move with him and fighting back a frown when you pant, “I have to… I have to get ready for work now.”

He supposes this is what he gets for marrying a CEO.

Mingyu is halfway home when he realizes you forgot to take your lunch.

He contemplates grabbing it and bringing it to you immediately, but decides he’ll bring it for your lunch hour instead, hoping he can stay and chat with you.

When he gets back to the apartment, he sets to work, going straight to the spare bedroom he’s made into a work room. He keeps it relatively organized - paints and tools on one wall, plans pinned to the corkboard on the other - even though he’s the only one who ever sees it.

You tend to stay out, not because he’s asked you to, but because you want him to have his own space, especially since he moved in with you. He had to give up some things he loved, like his favorite pizza place that doesn’t deliver to this part of town, and the corner store he bought all of his car magazines from, and, worst of all, lovely interactions with his neighbor’s dog, Belle.

He hardly misses any of it, now that he’s established this life with you.

It hasn’t been long since you got married, just under eleven months, but ever since you slid that ring onto his finger, Mingyu has known that this is what he was made for. He was made to be your husband, to take care of you, to make you happy, to keep you safe. He was made to love you, and fuck, he does.

More than he ever thought possible, to be honest.

He doesn’t know how he made it six whole months as your executive assistant after that day in your office, and he really doesn’t know how you both managed to hide the relationship for so long. Sure, it didn’t start as a relationship, but it evolved into one pretty quickly, and he remembers just how difficult it was to keep from kissing you every single time you called him in.

When you realized how serious things had become, he knew things would have to change. He couldn’t keep working for you if he wanted to marry you too, so as soon as you told him that was something that’s been on your mind, he tendered his letter of resignation and ended his lease.

He moved in with you two weeks later, on his last day, and ended that night by getting down on one knee. You cried, much to his surprise, and darted to your bedroom without a word, returning before he’d even gotten over the shock of you leaving. You kneeled with him, and held out your hand. He was about to offer you his when he noticed the gold band resting in the middle of your palm, which made him sob even harder than you.

The wedding was planned in just under a year, a quiet affair with only your family, friends, and favorite employees/coworkers invited. You were promoted a few months later, when the CEO finally recognized your talent and retired, and now, almost eleven months after he got to marry you, you’re trying for a baby too.

That’s why it’s so important that he gets your lunch to you. Ever since you said you were ready, he’s been feeding you only the best foods for fertility: dark, leafy greens and legumes for folate, lean meats and eggs for B12, low-mercury fish and chia seeds for omega-3s. You’ve adapted to his new menu rather well, and it helps that he’s able to work these foods into recipes you already love.

Today is grilled chicken and garlic roasted kale salad, one of your favorites, and he almost can’t believe you both forgot to grab it before you left. He says almost because he may have spent the time before he drove you to work pestering you for kisses, which led to a makeout session against the door of your apartment. The orgasm and kissing ate up your extra twenty minutes, so you were rushing him out the door, insisting you couldn’t be late.

He knows from experience that it’s not the end of the world if you are, but he also knows that punctuality is paramount to you, especially now that you’re practically running the place. So out the door the both of you went, no lunch bag in sight or in mind.

He stops working long enough to check the time, noting that he has about half an hour before he has to leave for your office. His hands are dirty with wood stain and he has no less than four splinters, but he’s proud of the work he’s done so far. It’s finally coming together, this little project, and he can’t wait to finish and present it to you.

First, he needs to shower again. He’s grown sweaty and stinky in the hours he’s been working, and while he mainly wants to present a nice image as your husband, he also knows he’d get Seokmin’s judgy eyes if he showed up like this.

He rinses off quickly, doing his best not to let his mind wander to what he did to you right here this very morning, before getting dressed and heading to the kitchen. Packing your lunch is easy with the food already cooked, all he has to do is put the glassware in your lunch bag. He skips the little note he usually leaves you, happy to deliver his words of love in person instead, and grabs his keys off the hook by the front door.

The drive to your office is fast and uneventful, only about ten minutes away from the apartment, and Mingyu spends it thinking about potential baby names. He knows what’s at the top of his list and what’s at the top of yours, but he’s not sure you’ll be able to choose one until you actually meet your baby.

Your baby that doesn’t exist yet, Mingyu reminds himself, feeling his heart start to ache when he thinks about how long it could be before you get pregnant.

You’ve only been trying for two months and it could be literal years, or even never, and he’ll just have to be okay with whatever happens. There’s always surrogacy or adoption, too, though he knows you want the experience of growing and carrying your child.

He wants to experience that with you, wants to take you to all of your appointments and buy too many parenting books and sing to your belly every night before bed. But things don’t always work out how you want them to, and Mingyu knows that very well.

His mood is a little dampened when he arrives at your office, though the thought of seeing you brightens him up again. He practically floats through security, the employees recognizing him and letting him pass without much fanfare, before taking the elevator up to the top floor, where your office is now located.

He’s a bit sad you no longer occupy the space you first met in, but he’s also ridiculously proud that you have one of the executive offices. They’re spacious and have automatic doors, wall to wall windows, incredible views of the city skyline, and, best of all, they require special access.

That means not just anyone can get in, which makes Mingyu feel better about leaving you in the hands of Seokmin. The man is putting on muscle, is no longer the scrawny guy he was when he started, but Mingyu is still bigger than him and would have better luck fighting off intruders. He doesn’t anticipate there being any, but ever since you got married, he’s been even more protective over you.

He can’t imagine how he’ll be when you get pregnant, and he can only hope he’ll maintain some sense of normalcy and decorum. It helps that he trusts you to tell him if he grows too overbearing, knows you won’t stand for him doing everything for you, no matter how much he wants to.

You’ll at least let him keep making you all your meals, and he knows that for a fact, as well as he knows that he has to be nice to Seokmin or he’ll surely hear about it later.

It’s difficult to keep the frown off his face when Seokmin tells him you’re working through your lunch hour, though.

“Yeah, sorry, she’s fully booked today. One of the deals started to fall through this morning and she’s had a lot of fires to put out.”

Seokmin sounds remorseful at least, but it doesn’t make him feel any better about the stress you’re under.

“Can I at least bring her her lunch?”

“You can leave it and I’ll take it to her,” Seokmin offers without looking up, his eyes set on his computer and his glasses reflecting the screen.

“No.”

Mingyu doesn’t mean to sound so firm, but he doesn’t trust Seokmin to get it to you in a timely manner, and you need to eat regularly to keep your nutrition up. His tone makes Seokmin’s eyes snap up to meet his, and he can’t say he doesn’t stand a little taller and square his shoulders when he sees the slight tinge of fear in his gaze.

“I’ll bring it to her, please call and let her know I’ll be coming in,” he tries to keep his voice measured this time, adds a please even though it’s not a request, and smiles when Seokmin picks up the phone and says, “Mrs. Kim, your husband is here with your lunch.”

He doesn’t hear how you respond but he does hear the buzz that means the door is opening, and he thanks Seokmin with a tight smile and a nod before walking into your office. His smile turns genuine, a full grin elicited by the look of relief and affection you send him as soon as he appears.

“God, I'm so hungry. Thank you for bringing me my lunch, honey,” you beam gratefully, and Mingyu prays Seokmin hears you as the door closes with a click.

“Of course, baby, you know I could never let you starve,” he ambles over to your desk, handing over your lunch bag and watching attentively as you open it. The meal should be no surprise to you as you were home when he made it, but you still gasp and coo, “My favorite.”

He just grins and asks, “Can I sit or do you have to keep working? I know it’s been a busy day.”

You hum in contemplation, glancing over all of the papers on your desk before deciding, “The company won’t go up in flames if I take a little break.”

So you don’t have to work through lunch, Mingyu thinks smugly as he settles into one of the chairs that sits opposite your desk. He’ll eat later so he talks to you while you dig in, relaying what he’ll be making for dinner and what he proposes you do with your evening - salmon and asparagus with chimichurri, then a movie and a cuddle, then on to the babymaking.

You’re on board with it all, your eyes flashing with heat when he mentions the last part, and as you eat and chat, he does his absolute best to pretend he doesn’t wish you could get to it right now. Unfortunately, when you started dating, you instituted a strict, ‘No fucking at the office,’ rule, and he believes it stands to this day.

When you’ve finished your food, you primly put the lids back on the containers and load them into your lunch bag, which he happily reaches out to take. He loves seeing you enjoy the dishes he makes for you, and he especially loves finding the glassware empty when he unpacks the bag to load the dishwasher.

He knows it’s time for him to leave now, but just like this morning, he wants to linger.

He won’t make you ask him to leave though, being perfectly aware of all the work you have left to do and knowing you can’t do it with him in the room, so he stands and says, “I should get going.”

You sigh and nod, pushing up out of your chair and walking around your desk to escort him to the door. Before he leaves, he leans in for a kiss, pouring all of his love and desire and affection into it and hoping you can feel every emotion. It’s clear you do when you pull away, your eyes reluctant and your lips quirked in a soft smile.

“Bye, honey. I love you, drive safe,” you whisper, petting his chest and taking a step back, as if you’ll kiss him again if you don’t.

“I love you too, baby. I will,” he murmurs, stealing one last peck to tide him over until you come home to him.

Dinner goes smoothly - you love the combination of salmon and chimichurri - and Mingyu has just settled into the couch with you in his arms when it hits him.

“Baby… Weren’t you supposed to get your period last week?”

You freeze against his chest, slowly looking up to find his eyes and breathing, “Oh my god, yeah. I got so used to not having one with the IUD that I didn’t even notice.”

“Should you- I mean, do we have any- Do I need to go get pregnancy tests?” He asks, almost scared to be hopeful.

You press your lips together and look away before returning your gaze to him and saying sheepishly, “I may have already bought a bunch and hidden them in the closet.”

“Perfect, that’s perfect! Do you need to pee? Should you drink more water?” He exclaims with excitement, pulling away from you and taking your hand before rising from the couch.

“Um, no, I’ve had enough water,” you assure him, standing when he starts to tug at your hand.

“Let’s go, then!” He tries to pull you to the bedroom, but you don’t budge. He glances at you over his shoulder, turning completely when he sees the nerve ridden look on your face. Your hand feels a bit clammy in his and your eyes seem shuttered, almost like you don’t want him to see the thoughts behind them.

“What’s wrong?”

He thought you’d be as excited as him to take the test, and now that you’re dragging your feet, he’s confused.

“I just… It could be negative, even with my period being late, and I don’t want to get your hopes up and then have you be disappointed,” you say gently, your eyebrows knitted together and your gaze avoiding his.

“Baby, I know it could be negative. But it could also be positive, and that’s enough for me. And even if I am disappointed, it’s not like I’ll be disappointed in you, or like we can’t keep trying,” he wiggles his eyebrows and wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him and leaning in for a kiss.

You grant it without pause, your lips soft against his and your fingers clenching in his shirt. He pulls away and presses his forehead to yours, breathing, “I love you, no matter what, okay?”

“Okay,” you sigh, sounding much more relaxed. “Let’s go take that test. And I love you too.”

With that, he guides you to the main bedroom, stopping by the closet so you can grab a box from your stash. The anticipation has his heart racing as he waits in the bathroom with your hand in his, a timer for three minutes counting down on his phone.

The test lay on a tissue on the center of the counter, currently blank but containing the capacity to change your shared life. You’re both turned away from it, wanting to read the results when you’re sure you’re ready. He swears it’s the longest three minutes of his life, all one hundred and eighty seconds spent in tense, hopeful silence, until the timer hits zero and his phone goes off.

“Do you want to check or should I?” He whispers, squeezing your hand and brushing his thumb over the back to soothe you.

“How about we look together? We can both close our eyes, I’ll grab the test, and then we’ll open them at the same time?”

He nods, nerves at an all time high, and lets his eyelids flutter shut as you do the same. He can hear you patting around for the test, huffs out a humorous breath at the sound of triumph that escapes when you finally find it, and tries to pretend he doesn’t feel like he might die as he waits.

“One, two, three.”

Your eyes go to the test when you open them, but his are stuck on your face, knowing your expression will tell him whether or not it’s negative. He watches the emotions flicker through you, shock appearing first, then incandescent happiness, and when your gaze flies up to meet his, all he sees is pure joy and luminous love.

So what else can he do but burst into tears?

“It’s positive?” He gasps through shuddering sobs, trying to look down at the test to confirm but finding himself unable to see through all of the saltwater in his eyes.

“Yes, Mingyu, it’s positive. We’re having a baby,” you say with a watery beam, setting the test down and reaching out to cup his face and swipe your thumbs under his eyes.

He holds your hands to his cheeks, leans back against the counter for stability when his knees feel like they might give out, and weeps freely. He’s always been open about how much he wanted this with you, wanted to build a life and a family and a home, and now that it’s happening, he almost can’t believe it.

You let him cry, stepping between his spread legs and pulling your hands out from under his to twine your arms around his neck, hugging him tight and hugging him close. He wraps his arms around your waist in a vise-like grip, his tears soaking into the cotton on your shoulder as he whispers, “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“It’s not like I could have done it without you, honey,” you remind him, making him laugh and turn his head to kiss your neck. He keeps his lips pressed there for a minute as his tears finally dry up, before pulling back and looking around for the test.

He finds it quickly, his eyes bulging out of his head at the two lines and little digital screen reading ‘pregnant’ as if he didn’t just bawl his heart out about it. Seeing the test makes it real, fills his head with images of you caressing your slowly growing belly, of him reading and singing to your bump, of taking you shopping for maternity business clothes because he knows you won’t let your style suffer for even one day.

He’s excited for all of it, and suddenly, he can’t stand still. There’s just too much to do, too much to buy and build and organize, and thank goodness he’s making good headway on his big project. Creating a safe, secure crib from scratch isn’t easy or quick, but luckily, he should have about nine months left to finish.

“Mingyu, you’re vibrating,” you chuckle, still pressed up against his chest, your fingers playing with his hair and your heart thumping next to his. He squeezes his arms around you and rocks you side to side one, two, three times, before letting go and sliding out from between you and the counter.

“Of course I am, we’re having a baby! Oh, I’m gonna make so many lists,” he grins eagerly, bouncing on his toes and devising titles in his mind.

“I’ll get you a special notebook just for them,” you promise, returning his smile and taking his hand to lead him from the bathroom. “For now, why don’t we relax while we still can?”

Mingyu doesn’t know if he’s capable of relaxing right now, but he’ll try for you. He can go over all the logistics in his mind as the movie plays, and when he settles back into the couch with you in his arms once again, he feels like he’s exactly where he’s meant to be.

Mingyu blinks awake to find the TV on screensaver mode and you asleep, still tucked into his chest. The living room is dark, only the light from the kitchen and what filters in through the windows illuminating the room. He checks his watch blearily, doing his best not to disturb you, and sighs in relief when he sees it’s only eleven PM.

As he carefully unravels his arms from around you and climbs off the couch over your dozing form, he can’t help but let his adoration for you swallow him whole. You took a chance on him almost two and a half years ago, and at the time, he thought the best he could hope for was getting to make you feel good. Now, he’s married to you with a child on the way, and he’s never felt more in love in his life.

There will be changes, for sure, in your relationship, in your household, in your lives, but he’s ready for anything as long as you’re by his side.

Or in his arms, he thinks as he leans down to slide them under your shoulders and knees, hefting you up against his chest and turning to lumber toward the bedroom. Your breathing changes and he looks down, finding your half-asleep eyes on him and a cute little smile curving your lips.

“You’re gonna be such a good dad,” you whisper, clenching your fingers in his shirt and pressing a kiss to his shoulder. He tries to act like that didn’t just cleave his heart in two and says, “You’ll be an even better mom.”

You just keep smiling at him, your eyes growing more and more awake with every step. Soon enough, he’s bending down to gently lay you on your side of the bed, relieved that you washed up as soon as you got home. He expects you to release his shirt, but you don’t, holding on to him and pulling insistently until he’s hovering above you, one knee on the bed and his hands braced on either side of your head.

“What is it, baby?”

“I just want a kiss,” you murmur, your gaze darting between his eyes and his lips. He feels them curl at the corners before he leans in and presses them to yours, intending to keep it chaste. You don’t have the same intentions, it seems, because you nip at his bottom lip and soothe the sting with your tongue.

He lets out a breath against your mouth that sounds suspiciously like a moan, his body dropping closer to yours until he can feel your warmth radiating into him. You take advantage immediately, throwing one arm around his neck and gripping his hip with the other, pulling until he acquiesces and lets himself fall into the temptation of your body.

You hitch your legs up on his waist, your tongue sliding into his mouth and your fingers sinking into his hair as he shudders above you. He pulls away, somehow, to mumble, “Thought you just wanted a kiss.”

“Maybe I want more,” you sigh softly. “Maybe I need more.”

“Well, I have to give my wife what she needs, don’t I?” He responds in the same hushed tone before sitting up between your legs to haul his shirt off.

He’s starting to feel warm, desire heating his blood and making his cock stir, and when he lays himself out on top of you and kisses you again, he’s sure you can feel his length throbbing against you. It’s thickening slowly, hardening more the longer your lips are locked with his, the longer he thinks about being inside of you, about part of him growing within you.

It’s heady, that thought, but it also makes him want to wrap you up in blankets and make sure nothing bad can ever happen to you, or to the life that’s bound to you. It makes him want to take you carefully, deliberately, treat you as if you’re fine china or a delicate glass flower.

You already know how gentle he can be, but tonight, he’ll show you even more tenderness, even more care, even more love.

Starting with kissing down your neck, sucking lightly at your pleasure points and grazing his teeth over your sensitive skin, before putting all of his weight on one hand and pushing up your sleep shirt with the other. He sits up to tug it off, your arms and back rising to assist him, and lets his eyes rove over every inch of exposed skin lovingly.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” he breathes, laying his hands on either side of your sternum and lightly dragging them down. They smooth over your breasts, your nipples pebbling beneath his touch, and down your soon to be growing stomach to hook into your pajama shorts. You lift your hips when he pulls, ever helpful, and spread your legs for him when the shorts clear your feet.

His eyes are drawn to your pussy as soon as it’s revealed, the way you glisten in the moonlight making him moan aloud and shift down onto his stomach between your thighs. He already got you in his mouth once today but there’s always room for seconds, and thirds even, especially when he’s as ravenous for you as he always is.

He doesn’t let his hunger drive his movements, keeps them slow and soft, licking up the seam of your cunt and letting out a gasping groan at the taste of your arousal as it paints his tongue. Your thighs twitch beside his head, threatening to close, but he would welcome them, honestly.

He would welcome the pressure of your soft flesh on his ears, the sensation of you holding him in place, the knowledge that you feel so good, you can’t focus on keeping your legs open. When he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks in little pulses, they do close, trapping him in bliss.

He can still breathe through his nose so he’s not worried about suffocating, and even if he did drown in you, it’s one hell of a way to go.

Bringing one hand to your pussy, he lets two fingers sink in, pressing them inside so slowly, you try to buck your hips to speed him up. He doesn’t give in, wraps his other arm up over your hips to anchor you to the bed as he begins sucking in long pulls, his tongue laving over you every so often just to get another taste.

Every moan that escapes you drives him, sends his fingers in deeper and deeper until they’re inside you to the root. He curls them then, feeling around for the spot that makes you gush and groaning when he finds it, petting over the ridged patch and feeling your cunt get wetter and wetter.

He slides his fingers in and out slowly, crooking them into that spot on every stroke inside, grunting and grumbling around your clit as your arousal starts to drip down his hand. Your walls flutter around his fingers, your cries grow closer and closer together, and when you call out his name, he knows you’re right on the edge.

Instinct tells him to speed up, to do what it takes to push you over, and instead, he consciously keeps his movements at a sedate pace, working you up up up until, finally, you fall apart with a sigh.

Normally, he’d keep going, push for another, but he needs to feel you, needs to be closer to you, needs to be inside of you. So he pulls his fingers out, heat gathering in his stomach when a slick pop! follows, and starts to rise, knowing you’ll release him.

Your thighs drop back down to the bed and he sits up between your legs, sucking his fingers into his mouth because he doesn’t want to waste a drop. You stare up at him with stars in your eyes, your gaze half-lidded and open.

When he braces himself on top of you, you wrap yourself around him, your arms twining around his neck and your ankles crossing at the small of his back. No words are needed as he reaches down and guides himself into you, your pussy swallowing around his cock as he pushes it deeper and deeper inside.

Every time feels like the first, brings back memories of experiencing true pleasure, true companionship, of realizing he belongs with you. That realization is enforced with each minute spent next to you, each morning, afternoon, and night making him even more sure that this is where he’s meant to be.

Being with you, inside of you, in love with you, is why he was put on this earth, and Mingyu believes that with all his heart.

It brings tears to his eyes again, especially when he thinks about the fact that the perfect combination of you and him is growing and developing in your belly even now, as he thinks.

“I love you so much, baby,” he gasps wetly, tucking his face into your neck so you can’t see the way his lashes are clumped together with saltwater.

You don’t let him hide, sinking a hand into his hair and pulling insistently until he faces you again. Your watery gaze makes him drop down to his elbows, his chest pressing against yours and his lips kissing anywhere they can reach.

“I love you, Mingyu, I love you more than anything,” you whisper before cupping his face with one hand and bringing his mouth to yours. He sips at your lips decadently, indulgently, like you’ve got a flavor he’s never tasted, and pulls his hips back just an inch or two before sending them forward again.

He can’t bear to leave the clutch of your cunt long enough to really thrust, can only rut and grind himself into you, his hips rolling and his head spinning as you kiss him breathless. It’s enough for him, and when he braces himself on one arm and lets his free hand find your clit, he knows it’ll be enough for you too.

Because you’re trembling beneath him, whimpering like you’re wounded, holding him so tightly he doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to untangle himself from you. Not that he wants to, beyond content at the idea of walking around with you attached to him like the cutest barnacle alive.

Soon enough, you’re gasping with every push of his hips into yours, unable to keep kissing him as he swirls circles over your swollen clit. Your pussy clenches around him in pulses, locking down when he bottoms out to hold him inside of you, the drag of your walls on his cock exquisite beyond measure.

He’s starting to get close, his orgasm a slowburn in the depths of his belly, just waiting to ignite and raze him to the ground. You’re not far behind, your cries rising in pitch and your face beginning to crumple in pleasure as he rubs determined circles into your clit, hoping to push you up that hill before he gets there.

You reach the summit seconds before he does, throwing your head back and tensing your legs to pull him in as deep as he can go while your cunt undulates and gushes around him in waves. Your release triggers his own, the euphoria that overtakes him blinding and deafening. Every nerve ending stands on edge, amplifying the twitching and jerking of his cock inside you, cum flowing out in bursts to paint your inner muscles white as he moans and whines.

It’s the best orgasm he’s had in a while, much better than the one he had alone in the shower after you left to get ready this morning, and it leaves him feeling drained but satiated and soothed. He pets at your hair clumsily, mumbling words of love and affection and fondness into your neck as he lets himself relax into you, taking care not to allow too much of his weight to rest on you.

You pet him back, your hands drifting over his shoulders and along his spine and your legs still wrapped tight around his hips. He’s not sure how long you stay intertwined like this, just that he goes soft eventually but doesn’t slip out, keeping the cum from spilling out of you and onto the bed.

He’s sure the bed will be dirty even if he rises carefully, so when he realizes you’ve fallen asleep, he withdraws himself from you and lifts you into his arms once more, carrying you to the en suite and setting you down on the toilet so the rest can drip out. You wake up enough to hold yourself up, sending him a sleepy smile when he crouches in front of you and cups your face.

“I’m going to change the sheets, okay? I’ll come get you when I’m done,” he promises, pressing a kiss to your waiting, puckered lips before smooching your forehead and jogging off to do as he said.

You’re sitting at your vanity when he returns, your face dewy and your hair taken care of for the night. He smiles at the drowsy tilt to your eyes, reaching a hand out and taking yours to pull you back to the bedroom. You rise on shaky knees, following him to the bed and climbing in when he pulls the sheet and duvet back for you.

When you’re settled in on your side, he walks around to his own, sliding into his spot next to you and pulling the covers up to cover your bodies. You roll toward him immediately, seeking the heat of his arms and letting out a content sigh when they bundle you up against his chest.

“Mingyu, we’re going to have a baby,” you whisper tremulously, joy and wonder clear in your tone.

“We are,” he whispers back, his voice just as wobbly as yours. “Thank you, I love you.”

“Thank you. I never thought I could have this life. Especially not with you. I mean, you had to quit your job for me.”

“And I would quit one hundred times more, if it meant getting to be your husband. Besides, I think I’ll love my new job.”

“And what job is that?”

“Stay at home dad.”

AN: 😭😭😭 i so did not expect to write this in two freakin days but here we are!! i know settling down and starting a family isn't the ideal for everyone but it is for me and this couple 💖 and i loved getting to give that to them. thank you to @bbychocolat for brainstorming with me and for being my cheerleader ily forever 💖

pls reblog it makes my heart happy 🥰

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forever-rogue · 1 year

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hi my lover,

i have a joel request🤭

something angsty and evil. like joel says the most awful thing to reader about her being delusional that he could ever love her or something. (cause they haven’t defined their relationship) and then reader writes a note and leaves in the middle of the night and ellie finds it and yells at joel. with a fluffy ending cause i like to cry then happy cry.

ok bye ily😏

AN | It hurts a little but there’s a fluffy ending! 🥰

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 3.4k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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“Are you serious?” The expression on his face was enough to send chills down your spine. But these were all the wrong sorts of chills, “you’re not that dumb, are you?”

“I…” you’d never heard him speak like that before, especially not to you. Your lip trembled with effort as you tried not to cry, tears threatening to well up and roll down your cheeks, “I don’t….”

“What?” he mocked, arms crossing over his chest and a hard expression on his face, “can’t even put a sentence together?”

You kept your sniffles down, but that didn’t keep from your voice trembling and sounding so small, “J-Joel, why are you doing this?”

“Let me make this clear,” he leaned in and gestured between the two of you, “we - you and I - are nothing. I don’t care about you, okay? I’m definitely not in love with you, little girl. So get that straight. You are nothing to me.”

You weren’t able to hold back your tears anymore, and felt them dip down your cheeks, warm and salty. You recoiled from him, almost as though he’d hit you. He might as well have. It would have hurt less than this. Brushing away your tears, starting to back away; this wasn’t your Joel, you didn’t know this Joel at all.

“I’m sorry,” you managed to squeak out before just turning on your heel and running away. You didn’t even know where you were heading to, you just knew that you had to get away from him. You couldn’t bear to look at him for a moment longer.

Whatever had happened to Joel Miller was nothing you wanted a part of.

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You spent the latter part of the day locked in your room and pacing around, nervous and worried that he might come back and find you for some reason. You know, kick while you’re already down. There had been so much malice in his words that they kept ringing in your head all day. You had no clue what had suddenly come over him to cause him to act this way.

But perhaps, this had always been him and he was just now showing you his true colors. And yet…no. You knew deep down that this wasn’t him. But it still felt heartbreaking. You had no idea how you were supposed to face him again. You weren’t sure if you wanted to face him.

Eventually, after a lot of contemplation and mulling over your options, you decided you knew what you were going to do.

You hadn’t come to Jackson with much, and packing up your singular bag hadn’t taken a long time. It felt weird to see your entire life, what everything had amounted to, shoved into one bag.

Despite your desire to just leave, you knew that you couldn’t entirely leave without saying anything. You scribbled down a quick note and left it on the kitchen table deciding that it would suffice.

It was late, and Joel and Ellie were sleeping. At least they appeared to be; the house was dead silent and the lights in their bedrooms appeared to be off. You hesitated in front of Ellie’s door, thinking about seeing if she was up so you could give her a proper goodbye, but you couldn’t bring yourself to knock. The girl needed rest and you didn’t want to bother her with something that felt so trivial.

Instead you put your hand on her door before leaving in silence. You hoped that one day you would be able to see her again.

After ensuring you had everything, you walked to the front door and stepped out into the quiet, still evening. On to the next, you figured, on to something that you knew would never match what you had with Joel and Ellie.

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Joel could sense that something was off as soon as he woke up the next morning. Things felt different…heavy. He knew that he did not like it.

When he walked into the kitchen, he found Ellie sitting at the table, the expression on her face a mixture of shock, sadness, and anger. Once she heard him, she looked up and glared daggers at him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she stood up from the table, the legs of the chair scraping loudly against the wooden floor. Joel’s eyebrows raised as he shrugged at her. He had no clue what was going on - okay…maybe had some clue. But still, he wasn’t expecting her to come up to him and slam a note against his chest, “how can you be so stupid! You ruined everything!”

“What are you talking about?” He looked at her with surprised eyes and shook his head. He took the note and unfolded it gingerly.

“Read the note,” she shoved him lightly, “and figure it out. Idiot.”

She pushed past him and ran up the stairs, slamming her shut so harshly that some of the frames on the wall rattled. He flinched at the sound but finished unfolding the note and quickly reading it.

By the time he reached the end, he wasn't sure if was mad at you or angry with himself. The latter more than anything else. He knew what he did, what he had said wasn't right, but he - in his own weird, flawed way - thought that pushing you away was the best thing to do. He just never thought it would affect you this much.

He accepted that you were going to be mad at him, he deserved it at the very least, but to have you this heartbroken was devastating. You really did love him. You'd told him as much but he'd never allowed him to believe it.

And now you were gone. Gone like a thief in the night.

"Fuck," he held the note to his chest before sighing shakily, trying to control the trembling in his body, "fuck."

But he already knew what he had to do.

He ran up the stairs and threw open Ellie's door without even bothering to knock. She looked at him in confusion but only raised her eyes.

"I'm going," he was breathless and mentally mapping out everything he needed to pack before he left. Things be damned, he figured, as long as he had some sort of weapon it would be okay. He could handle hunger or cold, pretty much anything, except the idea of you being gone.

"What?" But she was already jumping off the bed and looking for her backpack.

"For her," he answered despite not having too, "you're not coming, Ellie. I don't need you to get hurt too. I can handle it. But I fucked up."

"Joel," he wouldn't have minded her going, but he also wanted to keep her safe. But she was like him, stubborn and iron willed.

"Ten minutes," he answered in reply, "don't want to lose more time."

You'd left in the night while he had been sleeping. And it was only about nine in the morning now, piecing it together Joel realized you couldn't have had more than about an eight hour head start. They could cover ground easily and catch up. Especially if you hadn't taken a horse which, if you were trying to be discreet you wouldn't have.

"Let's go," Ellie swung her backpack over her shoulder and opened the door, "no time to waste."

He grabbed his own backpack and nodded gruffly. He might have royally fucked up, but he was going to do everything in his power to fix it.

Even if you hated him forever, he wanted to make sure you were safe.

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You should have thought this through a little more. But in the middle of the night and with a broken heart, people didn't generally make smart decisions. It was you, you were people.

And you were currently freezing and trying to stop yourself from shivering. You'd only grabbed your light winter jacket and it had started snowing. Of course it did.

You also hadn't bothered to take a horse, or food, or anything really. All you'd taken with you were a few weapons, a few snack bars and the clothes on your back. Yeah. You hadn't really thought any of this out. Smart was not something you'd use to describe yourself at that moment.

And you were growing tired. You'd been walking for hours and your feet were sore and you really just wanted a rest. You were fairly sure that nothing would happen to you on the path you were taking, but the risk wasn't worth it. You just had to push through and go a few more hours before you'd be near civilization - or rather civilization adjacent - again. Then you could rest.

But your body had other ideas, and after another hour or so, you couldn’t handle it anymore. You were getting a stitch in your side, and your legs felt like jelly; you had to rest for a little while if you were going to keep going.

Luckily, there was a thicket of trees along your path that you could use for cover. You threw your bag down and flopped down with a heavy sigh. The ground was cold; it made you shiver. Your jeans weren’t enough to fight off the chill and you were shaking as you leaned against the tree to try and get some rest. Just an hour or two was all you would need before you could keep going.

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An hour turned out to be…longer. You weren’t even necessarily sure how long it was, because when you woke up, it was with a start and a scream. You felt a hand on your shoulder, shaking you gently. Your natural instinct was to fight off whoever it was and to defend yourself; Joel had taught you that much.

“Stop,” you were blindly flailing around and trying to get yourself free but the voice sounded familiar, “stop. It’s me - it’s me!”

You stopped suddenly and looked up to see who was there; when you realized it was him, you panicked all over again. Shaking your head, you tried crawling away, wanting to get as much distance between yourselves as possible. You can’t believe that he had found you, but then again, you really shouldn’t have been surprised. You were just more surprised that he bothered to come and find you. Part of you had never expected to see him again.

“No,” you looked at him with wide eyes and he hated the thought that he had done this to you. He was the reason that you had done this to yourself, “please, just leave me alone.”

“Baby-”

“Don’t you dare call me that,” alright, you’d quickly gone from worried and upset to mad. He really had the audacity to call you that? The man had some nerve, “just leave me alone.”

“Listen,” he crouched down so he was eye level with you, “you shouldn’t be out here. You’re going to freeze.”

“I’m fine,” you lied, trying to hold back your shivers. You knew he was right, “just leave me alone.”

“Please, just-”

“No,” you hissed, “why are you even here? I thought you never wanted to see me again. You made that very clear.”

“Listen, I know I fucked up,” he pinched his brow and sighed heavily; he was only mad at himself, “but can you please just come with me right now? You need to get somewhere warm.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” almost as if your body wanted to betray you, a shiver ran down your spine and you trembled, “just go.”

“I’m not leaving without you,” he insisted, “you want to stay here? I’ll stay here too. But at least take my jacket-"

"Why are you here, Joel?" your eyes narrowed as you refused to take the jacket he was holding out to you, "why?"

"Can we do this later? Once we're back home," he really wasn't getting this. He was so smart most of the time but right now he was just…not quite comprehending.

"You don't get it," you shook your head incredulously, "there is no home. I'm not going back."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm leaving," you clambered back to your feet, shaky and painfully, "I'm not going back with you. Why would I? There's no place for me there."

"Oh?" He learned your stubbornness and tenacity but right now he wished you'd just listen to him. Not that he deserved that much, but fuck. He just wanted you home, "and just where are you gonna go, huh?"

"Riviera," you waved him off as you started back towards the street, "and if that doesn't work out then I'll figure it out."

"That's another six hours away on horse," he sighed as he followed after you, "you'll never make it on foot."

"Why do you suddenly care?" you threw out your arms. You could see the horses and Ellie a short distance back. Your heart ached when you realized how much you'd miss her. And him, "I am nothing to you. You made that abundantly clear."

"I wasn't…fuck, I lied," he finally admitted it, his eyes finding yours, "I didn't mean it any of it."

"Then you shouldn't have said it," you threw back at him, "why did you say it?"

When he didn't say anything in response, you rolled your eyes and turned around, keeping your gaze on the horizon. He was wrong; you'd make it just to prove him wrong.

"Come back for Ellie," oh. He knew how to get to you, "please. She needs you. If nothing else, do it for her."

You stiffened, sore and tired and hungry and already missing her. Maybe you could go back just for a little while just for her…

"Fine," your voice was small as you turned around and pushed past him, "for her."

He closed his eyes and let out a long, relieved sigh. As long as he knew you were safe, that was all that mattered.

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It had been a few weeks since you'd come back. For Ellie. And nothing more. You hadn't said more than a few words to Joel, despite living in the same house. And despite his best efforts. He kept trying to talk to you but you weren't having it. You weren't ready yet, and to be honest, you weren't quite sure if you would ever be.

But there came a time when Joel couldn't take it anymore. If you were going to be mad and angry he wanted you to get it all out and be mad. He just couldn't handle the silence; it was brutal.

He caught you when you were in the kitchen and stood in the doorway, blocking your way out. You hadn't heard him at first but you could sense his presence, "hey."

You remained silent and kept drying the dishes. He came closer and his heart broke at how you recoiled from him, "don't."

"Can you just - we need to talk," he sighed gruffly, leaning against the counter. You tossed the towel down and shrugged your shoulders, "five minutes. Please."

"Why?" You asked, but when you didn't immediately run away he relaxed slightly, "I don't see what there could possibly be to talk about."

"Don't do that," he insisted softly, "you know there is plenty to talk about."

"I don't have anything to say to you," you moved to the opposite counter and mirrored his position, "I didn't think you'd have anything to say either. You made that very clear."

"I'm sorry," despite wanting to look away, you caught his eye. You almost wanted to see the lie written all over his face; but you couldn't find it, "I…I fucked up."

“Yeah,” you nodded in agreement, sighing softly, “you did. You really hurt me, Joel. It didn’t have to go that far, you didn’t have to be so…cruel. I just don’t get how you didn’t know how much I cared for you. You had to know, right? If you didn’t want me or didn’t want things to get as far as they did, you should have said so.”

“I knew,” he agreed, “I always knew.”

“Then why didn’t you stop it?” you already felt tears welling up in your eyes. You looked away and blinked rapidly to try and prevent them from spilling over, “why didn’t you just say something?”

“I didn’t want to-”

“Why not?!” you groaned, “it could have been so much easier. We wouldn’t be here right now!”

“I didn’t say anything because I felt the same!” as soon as the words fell out of his mouth, it became dead silent in the house. You could have a pin drop. “I felt the same way.”

“Felt?’ you asked quietly, “or feel?”

He paused for a moment and you could see the little bit of pink rising up in his cheeks, “feel.”

“Okay,” you nodded softly, staring at your feet, “so you felt and feel the same as I did. And then you told me you didn’t love me, that I was anything to you…we were nothing. That’s a pretty big disconnect.”

“I know this is going to sound stupid and maybe you won’t believe it, but it’s the truth,” you motioned for him to continue on, “I thought I was doing the right thing.”

“By pushing me away?”

“By pushing you away,” he agreed, “I thought by doing that, I was doing you a favor. That way you wouldn’t feel stuck - with me. That way you had the chance to do what you wanted.”

“Stuck with you?” you echoed, your heart deflating slightly. You definitely would not have had this on your bingo card, “you think I felt like I was stuck with you?”

“Didn’t you?” He seemed more like a shy boy than a grown man at that moment.

“No,” you shook your head fervently, “of course not. I never once had that thought even cross my mind. I didn’t feel stuck - I wanted to be with you, Joel.”

“Oh,” he opened and closed his mouth a few times, “oh?”

“Oh,” you snorted lightly in amusement, “I’m in love with you, in case that wasn’t clear. I never felt stuck or that I had to be with you. I wanted to be here.”

“I thought giving you a way out was the best thing,” he sighed softly, “I thought it would be easier if you hated me. That way you wouldn’t waste your time on me.”

“I never once wanted an out,” you promised, “I never wanted someone else. Never. It was always you, Joel.”

“And I fucked it up,” he concluded. You swallowed thickly; part of you wished you could be mad at him forever, the other part of you knew that was never possible. He pushed off the counter and nodded to himself, “well, that’s my five minutes. Thank you for um…for listening to me. Letting me explain.”

You watched him turn around - but you didn’t let him walk away.

You reached for his, fingers wrapping around his wrist as you stopped him, “wait.”

He had a shocked expression on his face as he turned to look at you. Part of him was sure that he’d imagined the moment, “what’s wrong?”

“Do you love me?” your voice cracked as you tried not to cry already.

This time he didn’t hesitate for a moment, “yes.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay,” you agreed again, “do you….you want me to leave?”

“No,” he promised, “I don’t.”

“Good because I don’t want to leave,” you couldn’t help the nervous laugh that bubbled up, “so I guess I’ll stay. Even though I’m still kind of mad at you.”

“I deserve that much,” he exhaled shakily, “that’s fair.”

“But I also love you so I want to stay.”

His face lit up and you remembered all the reasons you’d fallen in love with him in the first place, “I love you.”

“Promise me one thing.”

“Anything.”

“Next time,” you whispered, “just talk to me, okay? We’ll figure things out, but we gotta do them together.”

“I promise,” and you knew he meant it, “I promise.”

“I promise too, Joel,” you squeezed his hand, “always.”

“Always.”

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Homie. Darling. Muchaco. Please help me. You're an animator. You've worked in the video game industry. When you get to That One Memory in TOTK (you know which one I mean and if you don't, you will),

Please help me figure out what the fuck is going on with Ganondorf's face rigging

Man, I didn't even need to look anything up: I knew EXACTLY what you were talking about as soon as you said it.

Short Answer: Need more polys.

Long Answer: It's simultaneously a case of limited model structure and potentially some degree of intentional design choice specific to Ganondorf's presentation in this particular game.

Discussion below the jump, just for the sake of not stretching out people's dashboards. No worries about spoilers: none of this is story-relevant.

So! To give a very broad strokes bit of coverage on the wide and varied nonsense that is 3D modeling, this is a case of Topology. The basic thrust is that topology is the overall structure and layout of the mesh that makes up the 3D model's various shapes. The lower the polygon count on that mesh, the more angular its structure and the less capacity for deformation it has. The higher the polygon count, the smoother its structure and the greater its capacity for deformation. The trade-off, however, is that low-poly models are easier for a game engine to render. High-poly models are a massive drain on processing power, to say nothing if they're built inefficiently with a bunch of wasted geometry bogging things down.

Here's an example of a low-poly model on the left and a high-poly model on the right.

So when you want to make a character emote, you're basically grabbing a bunch of those polygons around the face and moving them around to shape the face into the desired expression. If you don't have a lot of polys to play with, it causes folding and tearing issues where the model and its textures do some pretty wonky shit.

Something both BoTW and ToTK have going for them is that they're actually very low-poly games, which is extremely helpful in making the games run as smoothly as they do given the world size and seamless loading. The lighting and texture work do A TON of heavy lifting to make the game look as good as it does. Really look at these models closely and you can see how angular they are. Look at Zelda's outstretched hand or how sharply light falls across the character's features. In the bottom right, notice how you can see the sharp points that make up Zelda's shoulders? They're not rounded; they're angled just enough to give the general illusion of a curve at a glance. Same goes for her eyes; you can count the angles that make up the shape of her eye but, at a distance and at a glance, they look big, round, and doleful.

Something you can also notice is when characters talk, a lot of them have little to no facial deformation. Mineru, for example, basically has a one-hinge Muppet mouth outside of pre-rendered cutscenes. A lot of characters' eyes are basically painted onto their faces and switch between static texture shapes as opposed to being fully rendered and animated orbs modeled into their heads.

Ganondorf actually has a fairly complex character model, especially compared to Link or Zelda, but he doesn't have a lot of model deformation. Basically the only parts of his head that move are his eyes/brows and mouth/jaw. If you look closely around his eyes you can see they're rendered basically as triangles. There's only two or three points along their shape the model can deform at. Further, since the rest of his face doesn't really deform when he emotes, it means the only thing that really moves are those small key elements. Which yields moments like this:

The animators are basically pushing his expression as much as they are actually capable of with this model's limited structure. See the hard fold in the lower eyelid, or the fact that his teeth aren't attached to anything inside his jaw? It does the job though; it overall looks good and, in the moment this scene happens, really adds something to the unsettling nature of what's going down.

I mentioned before that there may be a certain intent as well. Something specific to Ganondorf in this iteration is that, more than ever, he's become an Oni. Ganondorf's character design has slowly been leaning toward more Japanese-specific visual concepts over the past few appearances but he's gone full yokai for ToTK. Not just in his build, but in his clothing and weaponry. Dude is swinging around a kanabo for the first time ever in the franchise.

In Japanese mythology and Noh theater, a Red Oni basically functions as the embodiment of all the worst parts of mankind. They're greedy, brutal, cruel monsters who revel in causing destruction. If you want to look at their good aspects, it's traits like passion, ambition, and a wild spirit. But, overall, they're the bad guys. Ganondorf is 100% depicted as a Red Oni in ToTK. So when you keep that in mind, add in the implications of what Ganondorf just did in that scene, and consider the traditional appearances of a Red Oni...

...then that face-breaking grin makes a lot more sense.

#totk #botw #ganondorf #legend of zelda #animation

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pregnant sexs w rio

I had to sit and think of which direction I wanted to take this in. Whew, chileee! Way too many scenarios are playing in my mind. This man😩😍!

I'm going to keep it a stack with y'all. This turned into a whole-ass fic.

Sit back, buckle up, and prep yourself for the trip my imagination's about to take you on♥️. Love, comments, and reblogs are appreciated, lovelies💞.

A/N: Sexual frustration and prolonged foreplay ahead. If that's not your vibe. You may want to skip out on this one. A couple of twists and flips here and there. I hope you lovelies enjoy what I did with this♥️. Just a heads up, I really got into this one, so it's going to be pretty lengthy. Worked on it for a while. Even made a damn mood board...I couldn't resist.

One More Note: A polite, gentle reminder that I don't usually take requests. If you float something in my ask that I just can't resist. I will give in here and there. In other words, if you don't get a response, please don't take it personally.

If you missed any other ask about dad!rio or hubby!rio, they're all listed on my Masterlist under Rio Asks/Headcanons (in order). Enjoy my lovelies! Feel free to love, comment, and share🥰.

Song Inspo💜:

"Let's Go Little Kitty-Kat"

Livid. Irritable. Restless. Each one of these words perfectly describes your current mood. The kids had begged to spend their spring break with Rio’s grandmother. Marcus was spending his time off with her, and his siblings loved to follow big brother’s every move. You weren’t surprised that they wanted to be wherever he was. It didn’t hurt that their great-grandmother spoiled them rotten and gave them whatever their hearts desired. Even your sweet baby boy left his momma in the dust. That wasn’t the reason for your foul mood (though being in this big, empty house didn’t help).

You were angrily resting on the couch, a permanent pout etched on your face. You huffed loudly as your husband’s voice sounded on the other end of the phone call.

“So, you’re not going to say anything?”

Silence.

“Mama,” he sighed.

You were willing to bet any amount of money that Rio’s hand was running down his face right now. Were you overreacting? Possibly. Maybe even being a bit unreasonable? Probably so. Did you give a damn? Not at all. Blame it on the hormones.

“Let me make sure I’ve got this right. You’re pissed off–again? That’s two days in a row, mama. I’ve still yet to figure out the reason behind yesterday's bad attitude. Normally, I don’t let that shit slide, but I understand you’re emo-.”

“Call me emotional one more time, Rio.”

“And you’re going to do what, darlin’,” he questioned, voice laced with a hint of warning. Rio chuckled sarcastically, “I got a lot going on right now. Call me back when you’re ready to talk like an adult. Ready to get back on your grown woman shit.”

“Whatever, Christopher. You called me. Nobody wanted to talk to your dusty ass anyway. Get off my line,” with that, you both hung up on one another, more irritated than before the call.

You knew your behavior was coming off as petty, but too much pent-up frustration kept you from acting like a rational human being. You rolled your eyes so hard they nearly got stuck as you recalled yesterday's events.

You lay awake in bed, your body vibrating with lust. The day had dragged by slowly as your need for Rio grew more and more. You changed positions so many times your head scarf came undone.

“If I can just manage to wait up at least another hour. Maybe Rio will get here soon enough to put my ass to bed.”

Nope. The tiny human growing in your womb pulled you into a deep slumber.

By the time Rio reached the threshold of your master bedroom. You were snuggled deep into the covers with pillows surrounding you. His shoulders lowered with a hint of disappointment. Rio knew you wanted him home, even if you hadn't said the words aloud. He could sense the attitude and frustration in your voice when he called to tell you not to wait up. Rio had tried his hardest to get home hours ago, but with every attempt at leaving came more matters that required his attention. He lowered himself to your sleeping form. Adjusting your scarf so it wouldn’t slip off, Rio softly pecked your nose and cheek. After a quick shower, he carefully climbed into his side of the bed, gently pulling two of the many pillows from behind your back. It took some effort, but he managed to cuddle up to you and delicately pull you into him. You stirred for a few moments but quickly fell back into a deep sleep. Your husband watched, smirking at the light snores you released.

“Night, Mama. Love you,” he whispered, kissing your neck.

The following morning, you woke up. Still horny as hell. You rolled over to find his side of the bed empty. He had been there. Rio’s side of the bed looked slept in. Your head turned in the direction of your en suite. Not a peep sounded. He wasn’t in there.

Maybe he’s downstairs. I should fix him something before he heads out. Perhaps he could eat me for breakfast. These freaking pregnancy hormones are out of control. Every waking moment, I feel like swallowing this man whole. When I’m not hungry, I’m horny. When I’m not fiending for my husband, I want to eat everything in sight. Fucking Rio. The dick just doesn’t miss. He shoots the club up every.single.time.

You smiled at your small bump, rubbing soft circles at the sides. Honestly, you didn’t mind being pregnant for the fifth time, but for your sanity (and the kids), this would be your last. If Rio wanted more babies, he had better find a damn good surrogate. Mama’s tired.

Does this man not realize he’ll have to pay for three, possibly four, weddings? Who am I kidding? In his mind, Rio probably believes he’ll be able to chase off any and every potential love interest. He’s in for a rude awakening. My dad didn’t like his ass at first. I have a (legally) pistol-toting father as well. That didn’t stop shit. Now look at us: marriage and a gang of children.

Pregnancy turned you into an impatient woman. When you wanted something, there was no convincing you different.

In your thoughts, the bedroom door crept open. Rio’s head peeked inside. He noticed you sitting on the side of the bed and stepped into the room. He swaggered over to you, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. His voice was low, and restlessness lingered in his tone.

“Morning, Mama. You sleep alright,” he asked as his fingers took hold of your chin, tilting your head back for a kiss. His rough, calloused fingers danced along your jawline, trailing low enough to graze the outside of your breast. He smiled as you gasped against his lips.

The kiss started sweet, turning into hunger in mere seconds. You tried tugging your husband down onto the bed. Rio pulled back, pecking your lips a few times, before standing upright, hand slowly stroking the inner part of your thigh. With just a few inches, he would've been dangerously close to where you wanted him most.

“I had to come to kiss my beautiful wife before heading out. I need to slide, mama. I’ve got a lot on my plate today. It's going to be hectic, and shit might get active. I ordered you some breakfast. It’ll be here soon. I’ll probably get in late tonight. Don’t wait up for me. Make sure you and my baby get some rest. Love you,” he said, kissing you again.

“Love you too, Papa,” you exhaled.

You watched him leave and groaned with irritation.

It would be two nights in a row that he’d be coming in late at night. That typically wouldn’t be an issue. You had grown used to it throughout the years. The only time it became a problem was when you were in your current state: knocked up, horny, and hormonal. It was just something that switched in your brain during these times. You wanted all Rio’s attention. The need to have him buried deep inside you was high, and you couldn’t quite get your fill of him.

Several attempts to distract yourself throughout the day had failed miserably. No matter what you did, your thoughts always redirected themselves back to Rio and sex. You made one last effort to ignore the constant need to devour your husband. Turning Apple Music on shuffle, you opened a magazine and thumbed through it. Unfortunately, the universe wasn't on your side. Every song was more explicit than the previous one. A frustrated sigh fell from your lips as you shut the music off.

Enough is enough. Hubby won’t come to me, but rest assured I can go to him.

You padded to your bedroom closet, looking for a sexy little number. Slipping on a pair of Steve Madden heels, you snatched up your car keys. You set forth on a journey to Rio. Bringing him lunch would be your excuse for showing up unannounced. That reason, however, wasn't enough to prevent the lecture you received from an overprotective husband, Rio. As if that wasn’t enough, you also caught shit from your meddlesome bodyguard/homie, Mick. He escorted you into the warehouse when you arrived.

“Boss lady, you know you’re not supposed to be here,” he instigated.

“Mick, hush. I can bring my husband some lunch. Chill on me.”

“Alright, but you already know. The boss won’t be happy you're out, running around for him.”

“I went to get him some takeout. I didn’t even get out of the car. It was a curbside pickup.”

You were about to continue the debate when Rio’s voice sounded behind you.

“Mama.”

How could one little word send your body into a frenzy? You could sense both curiosity and a little anger in his tone. Mick stood there smirking at you. He knew what was about to go down. It was one thing for you to be out and about with no security detail. That was enough to put you in hot water. The fact that you were pregnant pushed his disappointment to another level.

“Mick, that thing we were about to take care of? Start without me. I need a few moments with my wife.”

He nodded in agreement, giving you a ‘good luck’ smirk on his way out. You turned your attention to Rio after the door closed. His jaw ticked as he shook his head in disbelief.

“What did I tell you about leaving the house with no security detail? You’re supposed to be at home relaxing. What are you even doing out and about? I specifically told you I’d be busy today. You know that’s code for business dealings. Your ass shouldn’t be anywhere near this warehouse right now.”

“I just wanted to bring you lunch, Papa. I needed to see that handsome face,” you replied in your best baby voice.

“Nah, that little voice and smile ain’t cutting it right now. Why are you so damn hardheaded?”

Now you were starting to get a little pissed. It was understandable that Rio was always concerned for your safety, but what choice did you have? Several, you had several. It just couldn’t wait. Yes, you were slightly irritated by his reaction, but the ache in your core grew even more being in his presence. The scent of his cologne wafted through the air. With just one sniff, you could feel your nipples harden.

These hormones are so out of control. I need this man to wreck my shit. The sooner, the better.

Taking a deep breath, you attempted to plead your case.

“But baby-”

“Listen. I’m too busy to have this argument with you right now.”

Rio closed the distance between you and placed his hands on either side of your face. He angrily sighed and pecked your lips.

“I appreciate the gesture, Mama, but please listen to me next time.”

You bit your lip, looking at him apologetically. Snaking your arms around his body, you allowed him to engulf you in a hug. Wrapped tightly in his embrace, Rio caught you off guard, giving you a hard swat on the bottom. His voice was low and gravelly as he growled, “You're trouble, Mama.”

You moaned, pushing your backside deeper into his palms. Eyes drifted shut as you stood on your tiptoes and puckered your lips for a kiss. Rio’s hands caressed the soft, plush globes as his breath fanned your lips. He denied your request for a kiss. Instead, his lips ghosted your neck, and his mouth traveled to your ear. Nipping at your lobe, he rasped, “Sorry, mama. We don’t have time for that. I have to go handle business.”

He pulled away, smirking at the frown that quickly shifted to a pout.

“We can’t spend just a few more minutes together?”

“Don’t do that, ma. You know this is important. Since you’re already out and ignoring my demands, why don’t you spend some time with your best friend? Here, take my card. Lunch is on me.”

This man is so preoccupied with business. He doesn’t even see that I came here to give him a piece of pussy. For some reason, that irritates the hell out of me. Usually, he can read my body like a book. I see where his priorities are at the moment. Business must trump his pregnant wife’s needs. I gave this man four and a half babies, and this is the thanks I get? Let me take my pregnant, horny, irritated tail home. His ass is sleeping on the couch tonight, and I don’t give one fuck that I’m being irrational.

“Nah, I’m good,” you waved your hand dismissively.

Sensing attitude, Rio tilted his head back, giving you a look of incredulity.

“Look, I ain't got time for the dramatics right now. I told you I would be busy. Go home, mama. We can discuss this in the privacy of our home.”

Cocking your head to the side, you gave him an irritated glare. A rush of pregnancy hormones came hurtling towards you. Snatching your handbag and keys from his desk, you stormed out of the room. Rio knew he struck a nerve and possibly hurt your feelings. Stepping into the hall, he called after you. Ignoring him, you stomped out of the building. With an exasperated sigh, your husband ran his hands over his face. Taking a deep breath did little to soothe the irritation that started festering inside him. It also didn’t help that the idiots working the warehouse floor were ogling your behind as you angrily switched out of the building.

“Y’all got a death wish or something? Fuck you looking at,” Rio barked towards the group of men.

“I suggest you get back to work before I unload the clip in this bitch,” he boomed, walking back into his office to cool down before heading to the meeting.

“She’s almost to her car. Hurry up! Follow her. Keep a watchful eye over her. She’s in her feelings. Make sure my wife and child make it home safe,” he ordered one of his men.

Her ass is out here walking around in those tight-ass jeans. We’re about to have a heated exchange when I get home. Out here showing out. She’s over here pressing on my last nerve and still making me want to put her on her back at the same damn time. Thick-ass. Feisty-ass. Sexy-ass. Spoiled-ass. Hormonal-ass woman.

Rio’s detail only served to anger you more. Pulling into your driveway, you flung the car door open, grabbed your stuff, and turned toward the henchman.

“I don’t need a fucking babysitter. Either wait out here or take your ass back to the warehouse.”

Not waiting for a response, you went into your home. Setting the alarm, you settled in for a quiet, lonesome evening. You had hoped a nice relaxing shower, comfy PJs, and stuffing your face would put you in a better mood. It could have worked, but your husband kept blowing up your phone.

Annoyed by the fourth call, you answered icily, “What can I do for you, dear?”

Rio could hear the sarcasm in your voice. “This what we on tonight?”

“Why, whatever do you mean, husband?”

“Cut the shit, mama. Why are you ignoring my calls?”

“You were oh so busy. I’d imagine that ignoring you would give you more time to concentrate on business, sweetie.”

“You petty as fuck. Stop being mean, mama.”

His mini flirtations went ignored.

This man hasn’t seen petty yet. Watch me work, Daddy.

“What can I do for you, Christopher?”

“Oh, are we using government names now? Bet. Why are you being stubborn?”

Silence.

“So, you’re not going to say anything?”

Silence.

“Mama,” he sighed.

“Call me emotional one more time, Rio.”

“Whatever, Christopher. You called me. Nobody wanted to talk to your dusty ass anyway. Get off my line,” with that, you both hung up on one another, more irritated than before the call.

Hours later, you came down from your mood swing. Guilt slowly started to seep into you. Not one to give in and apologize first, you decided it was the right thing to do. Unlocking your phone, you sent a request for FaceTime. It rang twice before being denied.

He’s probably busy. I’ll try again in an hour or so.

The next time you tried his cell, you called. It rang several times before going to voicemail. Waiting another hour, you tried again. Ringing once, it went to voicemail.

Now, wait a fuckin’ minute. One ring means he hit the “f you button.” See, now a bitch is starting to get mad again. Woosah. Fight them mood swings, girl. Fight them!

Just as you had calmed your nerves, a text came through.

Husbaeee (Papa)🥰😈👅💦: You and the baby good?

Wifey (Mama)🌎💍: Yes, we’re fine. Why haven’t you called me back? Are you okay?

Husbaeee (Papa)🥰😈👅💦: I’m busy, remember? You didn’t feel like talking earlier? Why are you so chatty all of a sudden?

His petty ass.

Wifey (Mama)🌎💍: Stop making it hard to tell you sorry, Papa. Chill on me.

Husbaeee (Papa)🥰😈👅💦: Keep your sorry, ma. I’m cool on that. See you when I get home.

Oh, okay! It’s just, ma, now? Bet.

Slipping his phone back into his pocket, Rio smiled to himself. He purposefully pissed you off again. Part of him did it out of payback, but his main objective was getting you frustrated. If it had done the trick. You would be ripping his clothes off and begging to be fucked once he made it home.

Not one to tell a man where he can and cannot go in his own home. You decided against telling Rio to sleep on the couch. However, the need to be petty was vibrating heavily in your bones. You fought sleep as long as you could, hoping to wait up for him long enough to ignore him for a bit. The baby again had other plans and lulled you into a deep sleep.

Rio braced himself for whatever you had planned to throw his way. He smirked to himself, releasing a low chuckle before exiting the car. Dragging his tired body into the house, your husband entered the code into the security system. Resetting it, he headed in the direction of the bar. He filled a tumbler with two fingers of bourbon. Tossing it back, Rio let the warm liquid flow through his chest. He rinsed the glass, set it in the dishwasher, and headed upstairs.

Her moody ass is probably sleeping.

Attempting not to wake you, he quietly padded up the stairs. Rio unbuttoned the first couple of buttons on his shirt as he walked toward your shared bedroom. He nearly made it there but stopped in his tracks. The look on his face turned stone cold, and he slowly turned his head to peer into the guest bedroom.

What the fuck is this shit?

There you were, the door cracked, and lights dimmed just enough for him to see you tucked in tight, slumbering peacefully. Your plan to ignore him may have fallen through, but you still managed to be petty even in your sleep.

You jolted awake, feeling arms slip under your frame and pull you up from the mattress. Moments went by as you willed your eyes to wake fully. Your sight focused on Rio’s angered expression, and you pushed at his chest.

“What the hell are you doing? Put me down, Christopher!”

He ignored you. Rio’s jaw ticking as he took long strides exiting the guest room. He carried you into your bedroom, laid you in bed, tucking you in. You started to explain that you were a grown-ass woman and could sleep anywhere you damn well pleased. The look in his eyes forced you to think better of it.

“I don’t give a fuck how angry you are! Your ass will sleep in this bed regardless. Go to bed mad if you want to. Your stubborn ass is going to do it lying next to me. No room for debate, mama. You mad at me? You don’t want to be near me right now? That’s all good, but you sleep in our bed. Roll to the edge of the bed. That's all the space you're getting.”

Rio snatched his shirt over his head and threw it into the clothes hamper. You did your best to bite back any more snarky responses as you watched Rio stalk to the bathroom. The door flew shut, and you mumbled, “Dramatic much.”

The bathroom door swung open. Standing in the doorway, eyes set on you, Rio commanded, “Can you stop talking? Please give me a moment of peace, ma. All that talking’s gon’ land your ass in a world of trouble. Save yourself, mama. Be quiet.”

You cut your eyes at him, sliding down into bed. You lay on the side facing away from him. The corners of your mouth pulled into a mischievous grin. Waiting for the shower to start, you attempted to remove yourself from the bed and head toward the exit. Rio's voice bounced off the bathroom walls, halting your movement.

“Get back in bed, mama.”

You kissed your teeth, “Ain’t nobody left. Shut up, Rio.”

“You heard what I said. Stop playing with me.”

Pouncing back on the bed, you snarled towards the bathroom door.

“Fix your face, ma. You’re trying my patience tonight.”

Can he see through the damn walls or something?

“Nobody worried about you, Christopher.”

“Yeah, okay. Your stubborn ass got back in that bed. Didn’t you?”

Rio wanted to wash the events of the day away. He wanted a few quiet minutes to destress, but being a little hellcat, you wouldn’t give him that. You had a response for everything. He loved you combative and keyed up, but tonight, you were laying it on thick and wouldn’t let up. Rio was slightly irritated that his plan to piss you off again was starting to backfire. Taking a few calming breaths, he readied himself to regain control of the situation.

The water cut off, and he walked into the room, towel hanging dangerously low around his waist. There were beads of water sliding down his naked torso. Being irritated by him wasn’t enough to stop your eyes from tracing him from head to toe. Squeezing your thighs together, you bit your lip, fighting the urge to jump on him. Rio felt your eyes on him and smirked in your direction. He laid a fresh pair of underwear on the foot of the bed. Standing upright, his eyes connected with yours as Rio pulled the towel from his waist. His eyes stayed on you as he took the time to dry the rest of his body. Your vision latched onto his manhood as you watched it swing from side to side. The tip of your tongue danced across your lips, and Rio rasped, “You hungry, mama?” The knowing smirk on his face aggravated you. Not thinking it through, you mumbled, “Like you give a fuck.”

A low and bitter chuckle fell from Rio’s lips. That was your last chance. His bottom lip pulled between his teeth. His eyes darkened and held yours as he slipped into his underwear. Tossing the towel into the hamper, he crept toward you. The silence that filled the air added to the moment's intensity.

Rio’s fingers glided along the column of your neck. His digits cupped your chin, giving it a light squeeze as a warning. His face crowded your own. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from smirking. Finally, you had pissed him off enough to get the reaction you craved. Wetness pulled between your thighs in anticipation.

“This all could’ve been avoided, mama.”

Rio’s thumb traced your bottom lip as he backed away. You watched in confusion as he stepped into a pair of sweatpants and grabbed his phone. Stepping toward the door, you asked, “Where are you going?”

“Thought you didn't want to be near me, darlin’? I think you need some time alone. Just go to bed. I'm not tired.”

“I’ve been alone for two days! You’re such an asshole.”

His hand gripped the doorknob as he rolled his neck and shoulders. He was fighting the urge to pounce. With his back to you, Rio finished, “Next time you want to be fucked. Just say that, ma.”

You growled in annoyance, chucking a pillow against his back as he walked out of the room.

“Your ass is lucky you're carrying my baby. It's the only thing keeping me from snatching your little ass up. Crazy ass woman,” he called out from the hallway.

You punched your pillows and got back in bed. Too upset to sleep, a slew of emotions rained down on you. First, there were tears of frustration. Then anger, followed by another round of guilt.

Why do I keep putting this man through hell? All over some dick. That’s what it comes down to. However, if he would’ve cracked my damn back, this shit could’ve been avoided. You're so damn busy you can’t slide inside me and bust a quick nut?

You smiled, rolled your eyes, and finished your thoughts.

Damn, I’m a brat. Let me drag grumpy pants back to bed. I thought, “wE sLeEp BeSiDe EaCh OtHeR No MaTtEr WhAt,” Head ass.

Rio was sitting on the edge of the living room sofa, arms draped over his lap. The longer he sat there thinking over the day and your attitude. The more he had to fight the urge to do the things he truly wanted. Rio fisted the top of his pants as wicked thoughts of you crying out for him cycled through. His hands trembled, filled with the need to possess and punish you. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back to calm his hunger. That plan fell through as your scent flowed into the room. He groaned, opening his eyes and settling his gaze on you.

“You could’ve slept in the guest room. Why are you being extra? I thought we didn’t sleep in separate rooms anyway?”

“I’m not about to keep going back and forth with you. Just go back to bed, Mama,” he responded with tiredness in his voice.”

That pulled at your heartstrings.

Be nice, bitch.

You swallowed your pride and made the first move toward reconciliation.

“Come back to bed, Rio. I’m sorry for being unreasonable, papa.”

Still standing in the entryway of the spacious living room, you waited for a response. The room was painfully quiet as you two watched one another. Rio’s gaze trailed your body. It was just something about you in his T-shirts that always drove him crazy. He kept his expression blank, making it hard for you to get a read on him. The silence continued for a moment. When he finally spoke, his voice was different. It wasn’t angry, but it wasn’t happy either.

It was dominant, possessive even.

“Come here.”

Oh, shit. Not that voice. Anything but that.

There were two types of dominant Rio. One, you had been working his nerves for. The other? Not so much. You stayed frozen in place.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

Your legs carried you over to him. Stepping between him and the coffee table, you waited for further instruction.

“Look, I know I’ve been working your nerves-.”

“Mm-Mm. Quiet. Talking seems to be your downfall, Mama.”

Rio’s hands reached up and grasped your hips.

“Sit,” he instructed, pulling you into a seated position on the coffee table.

His elbows rested on the top of his knees, hands folded underneath his chin.

“You’ve been doing your best to get my attention. Now that you have it. You seem a bit worried, Mama. It’s what you wanted. Right?”

Silence.

“Good girl. You finally learned how to listen and not talk. It’s a little shocking, honestly. You’ve had so much to say for the past two days. Now, when it seems you’re about to get the response you want, and then some. You don’t have shit to say.”

You could feel the heat radiating off of him. Fucked. That’s what you were. There were times when you would overdo it, pushing him too far. Tonight was going to be one of those nights. Pulling in a shaky breath, you continued to listen. Being pregnant, you didn’t know how he would play it. That alone sent a shiver down your body.

See, this is what my emotional, spoiled ass gets. It’s too late to turn back now. Dear sweet Kitty Kat, I wish you the best of luck, girl.

“What’s wrong, darlin’? You seem a bit nervous.”

More silence.

Rio leaned towards you, placing his hands on your plush thighs. He was so close your noses were an inch apart. He tilted his head, angling it to nip your bottom lip. Pulling back, his hand massaged your left cheek. It circled your skin as he leaned back in.

“My hands itching to wrap around your throat, Mama. You know I can’t act like this and do things like that when you’re carrying my child. I don’t take risks with my seed, and you know that. Playing with your oxygen supply is the same as messing with theirs. So why the fuck do you keep trying me,” he groaned.

“Baby, I’m-“

“Shhh.” He laid a gentle kiss on your lips. “You've been talking all day. Right now is a time for listening, darlin’.”

He leisurely rose from the couch, towering over you.

“Let’s put your mouth to better use. Yeah?”

Your breath hitched as his fingers threaded through your hair. Tugging it, he tilted your head back, pecking your lips again. Rio’s eyes held yours as his free hand dipped inside his sweatpants and briefs. Releasing and stroking his member, he hovered over you.

“You wanted some attention. Right, mama? You need dick? Open that pretty little mouth for me.”

Rio jerked your head forward. Hand still wrapped tightly around his thick length, he tapped it on your lips. Your mouth watered and instantly fell open.

“Now you want to be a good girl,” he groaned, swiping the head of his cock on the tip of your tongue.

You started to wrap your mouth around him, but he backed away. A whimper fell from your mouth. Rio held your chin, “I’ll tell you when you can eat it up, Mama,” he whispered, gently tapping your face with his girth.

“You so fucking fine. Wet juicy ass lips got my shit throbbing,” Rio moaned, bending down to kiss you again. Eyes blazing, you used your mouth to capture his thumb. You suckled it, giving him doe eyes. It was as if your beautiful orbs were pleading for him to give in. Your body was so wound up it screamed for some sort of relief. You so desperately wanted to taste him. Thoughts of him spilling his seed into your mouth had you salivating. Rio’s lips parted as his tongue did that snake motion you loved. He slid his thumb from your lips, moving it out of reach.

“Can’t even ruin you in the manner you deserve. I want to shove my dick in that pretty little mouth and fuck your throat until you choke. Damn, I want to leave you gasping for air, voice hoarse. You know I love the way you swallow the dick.”

An appreciative whimper sounded from your lips. Rio’s eyes danced with excitement. He took joy at the needy and desperate look on your face. The rise and fall of your chest quickened as sinful sounds came from your sweet lips.

“Look at you moaning and whimpering. That’s my nasty bitch. Does the thought of me shoving myself down that pretty little throat turn you on, mama? It makes you wet. Doesn’t it?”

You shivered and released a stuttered breath, “Daddy, please.” He smiled wickedly, “Damn, I love it when you beg, darlin’.”

“Christopher, please. I’m about to go crazy. I don't think I've ever wanted to swallow you down this bad. Please, Papa. I need you.”

A chuckle fell from his lips. Rio swallowed hard, and you could see the pulse dancing on the side of his neck. His eyes grew darker as he leaned close enough, and you felt his breath brush against your lips.

“You are so cute, mama. Beg as much as you want. The question is: Do you think you deserve it,” he whispered, peppering your lips with light kisses. The corners of his lips lifted, forming a smile as you panted the word yes. “Mm, no. I don't think so, darlin’. You've been stomping around, throwing tantrums, twisting and turning, rolling that neck for days now.”

Your impatience and temper got the best of you.

“If you're so tired of my damn attitude. Put me out of my misery already. You're the one being stingy with the dick! You can't find a few moments to love on your wife?”

There was that sinister smile once more. Rio’s hand went to wrap around your throat, but halfway he stopped. Closing it into a fist tightly, he forced it down to his side. He smirked, slowly opening his mouth to speak, “You’re letting these hormones rattle you, mama. They got you impatient as fuck and coming out of pocket.”

Tucking himself back into his sweats, Rio reclaimed his spot on the sofa. Leaning back into the cushions, he watched your face twist up in frustration.

“Fuck this. I’m going back upstairs. Sleep wherever you want. I don’t care.”

“Sit. Down,” Rio roared.

You froze, back still facing him.

“I’m getting tired of saying things twice,” Rio hissed. “Sit your ass down.”

You swung around and stomped to the coffee table to reclaim your seat.

“Not there. Come here.”

Standing in front of him, you crossed your arms over your chest.

“You beckoned? Dear sweet husband.”

Though Rio wore a thin smile, you could tell he didn’t find shit amusing. Glancing at his lap, he whispered, “Sit.”

You kissed your teeth, plopping into his lap. He pressed up against you, hands gripping your waist. “You enjoy making me tick. Don’t you darlin’?”

Not waiting for you to answer, one hand abandoned your waist. It slid into your hair, tugging at the strands. The action caused you to release something Rio couldn’t decipher. What had started as a gasp shifted to a whimper and ended as a moan. The sound caused his erection to twitch underneath you as he bit back a groan.

“Why are you giving Daddy a hard time? Thought you loved me, Mama,” he teased.

Your lips parted, but he tugged more, signaling you to remain silent.

“Don’t deny it, love. I’m over here fighting everything in me right now. I know how you want it. You ain’t in no condition for that, baby girl.”

“How do I want it, Papa,” you whispered breathlessly.

Rio’s hand trailed to the column of your neck. He gave it a light, gentle squeeze. Pulling your ear to his lips, he groaned, “You want that rough shit. Need me to choke you. Talk my shit and say all the nasty things you like. Pin you down, fuck you until you cry. That’s what you want, yeah,” he questioned, nipping at your earlobe.

A smirk danced across his face at the sound of your whimpering.

“Can’t you just do it as gently as possible? Please, you begged, grinding into his lap.

His growl bounced off the living room walls. It was a signal, a warning, but you couldn’t help yourself. Circling your hips, you pressed further into his erection. Rio hissed, “Behave. You really gotta chill, Mama.”

You stood long enough to turn and straddle his thigh. His hands cradled your small bump. Pecking his lips, you watched as Rio’s eyes fluttered closed. The two of you slipped into a sensual kiss. Your hips rolled as you started to grind your moist panties against his thigh.

“Papa, please. I’m begging you. I need you. I’ll take it any way you’d like.”

He sucked in a shallow breath, grasping your chin.

“I know you will. You don’t have a choice, mama.”

Cocky motha-.

“Keep grinding that slick little pussy against me, baby,” he rasped, grabbing up the globes of your behind. “Now I know you can do better than that. Grind harder,” he finished with a smack to each cheek. Mouths collided as your fingers traced patterns along the nape of his neck. Your tongues wrestled for dominance. His palms dug into your supple flesh, guiding you along the slick spot that started to form on his thigh.

“Damn, mama. Just the sound of my voice makes that little pussy weep, yeah?”

He watched you with pride, your eyes shut tight, breathing ragged. Rio moved his hands to your breast, giving them a light squeeze. He moaned as his teeth sunk into your bottom lip.

“Go a little faster. Pull yourself toward the edge, darlin’.”

Your body rocked faster against his drenched thigh as his hand crept until it found its way underneath your shirt, pulling at the hardened nipples.

“Christopher.”

“Hmm, baby? Talk to me, mama. What do you need from Daddy?”

The words got stuck in your throat, and you edged closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. Your head tilted back, and the mewl you released made all Rio’s blood rush to his thick member. He peppered kisses along the soft skin of your neck, cooing, “You close, baby girl? Hmm? Come on now, tell me how you feel, darlin’. Let me hear that pretty voice.”

“So damn close. Add a little pressure, Daddy. Press into me, please.”

Rio chuckled, lifting his thigh just enough to give you the desired pressure.

“That better, sweetheart?”

“Fuck,” you whispered. Ye-I’ma come. Please-.”

You started to tremble, signaling an explosive orgasm. Rio’s fingers gripped your waist, halting all movement. A high-pitched whine echoed throughout the room as you tried to power through his grasp and thrust your hips. His hold on you was too strong to fight. The teasing chuckle he gave frustrated you.

“Why would you do that? Don’t play with me like that, Rio,” you whimpered.

“Oh, you thought this was about to be easy? No, love. See where all the nagging and expectations got you. Playing with my patience had you believing I would let you have your way. Fuck that. You better work for that shit, mama. You know how I operate, and I ain’t feeling too generous right now.” He pinched your nipple, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth.

Shoving his shoulder, he fell back against the couch, pinning you with a mischievous glint.

“Ain’t shit funny, Rio. You’re pissing me off,” you snapped, pacing the hardwood floor.

“That makes two of us,” he countered, shrugging his shoulders.

“What happened to a happy wife, a happy life? I’m carrying your child. Where is the love?”

“So damn dramatic. You just knew you’d get your way, huh?”

You stopped, turning to face him. Your arms crossed your ample chest. Frustration ran deep in your mind. The two of you matched glare for glare.

Rio’s eyes darkened as he stood, walking toward you. He kissed you long and hard, backing you toward the living room wall. Your body shivered as you made contact with the chilled surface. He broke the kiss and rasped, “Should’ve used these past few minutes to make a convincing argument,” he tsked. “I don't even know if you deserve to come at this point, darlin’.”

Rio dropped to his knees, and you watched his head disappear underneath the fabric of your shirt. Heat pulsed throughout your core as you felt Rio pull fabric aside. Thousands of tiny sparks flooded your body as you felt his wet, warm tongue trail from the bottom of your dripping sex to the top. His middle and pointer fingers spread you open while the tip of his tongue danced around your bundle of nerves. You released a shuttered breath, head tilting back as your eyes fluttered closed. Without having to look up, Rio paused his licking and growled, “Keep you’re fucking eyes on me. Take off this damn shirt, and watch me eat this pussy up, mama.”

Say less. I got you, Zaddy.

His eyes burned with passion at the sight of your breast. “You don’t need these either,” he rasped, tearing the panties from your body. Without another word, his head dipped back between your thighs. He teased you with nips and licks until you squirmed, begging for more. The pace had started achingly slow. His breath fanned your lower lips, “Look at you wiggling and shit. Are you aching for me, mama?” Rio inhaled your scent, “Damn, I’m about to eat this shit up.”

“Less talking. More licking, Papa,” you mewled, trying to thrust your heat back into his face. Rio leaned away.

“See, that’s your problem. You need to learn patience, mama. We don’t need to rush. Let me take my time and enjoy all this fine dining.”

“Truthfully, you get off on torturing me, don’t you?”

Instead of using his words, Rio answered with action. Still holding your lips apart, three fingers from the opposite hand pressed into your clit, rubbing wide circles slowly.

In a husky tone, he taunted, “Come on, sweetheart, I know you can get wetter than this.” Your sarcastic rebuttal halted as he continued, “Let me help you with that, ma.”

His words fully registered as you felt his saliva collide with your silky flesh. His mouth covered your lips again, alternating between slow, languid strokes and rapid, hungry licks. From the movement of his tongue to the way he gripped your thighs. Feeling everything at once was hurdling toward a powerful orgasm. His fingers rejoined the party, using them to fumble with your clit as he thrust his tongue into you.

“N-no, baby. Not ye-it’s too soon. S-slow down, fuck!”

Your hand wrapped around his wrist, trying to pull his fingers away. Rio swatted it as he hoisted you higher, locking his arms around your thighs.

“I thought you wanted to come though, Mama,” he teased. “Let me switch it up for you, yeah?”

His tongue replaced those same fingers, licking and sucking your sweet little nub like a man who hadn’t eaten in days.

“Oh! You fucking demon. Daddy, no,” you mewled, body starting to jerk. The sensation sent tingles throughout as your fist pounded against the wall. The digits of the other hand dug into his scalp. You felt him smile against your flesh, moaning and growling. Slipping three fingers inside, he flexed them, deliciously tapping your g-spot. The pace of his digits quickened as his lips wrapped around your abused clit, and he sucked as hard as he could. Your body writhed. The feeling was so intense you considered climbing the wall.

This bitch would go harder. I need to learn how to shut up.

Rio tsked again, “There’s nowhere for you to run, Mama. Daddy got you locked in,” he taunted, fingers speeding up a little more. “Thought this is what you wanted, hm? You've been crying for this all day. Is it too much for you, baby?” Rio’s fingers slipped out of you, and the palm of his hand delivered smacks over your lips. “Yeah! There we go! That’s that wet shit, mama.” Rio dove back in, the sounds of his mouth on your body growing more lewd by the second. All you could do was tremble and whimper. Rio groaned, his mouth devouring you. His words tickled your slick heat, “ You gon’ come for me? Hmm? My mouth got you leaking all over the place.” Your legs started to shake as his tongue lashed at your skin.

“Answer me, ma,” he demanded, harsh yet sexy.

“Yes, fuck. I’m so close, shit!”

“Beg me to let you come.”

“Please, Papa! Let me come all over that sinfully delicious tongue.”

“I know you’re close. Look at that pretty little pussy squeezing around my fingers,” Rio teased, adding a fourth finger. “Look at these thick thighs shaking,” he taunted. Your husband took a moment to nip at your inner thighs. “Soft as fuck. Tastes so damn good.” His lips licked and sucked at the soft skin as he massaged your g-spot.

“Hold on a bit longer for me.”

His eyes glistened, and you knew Rio was about to make you suffer. There was something in his expression that just reeked of revenge. Minutes ticked by, and you were proven right: every torturous lick of his tongue was his getback. Every time his lips captured your bundle of nerves, it felt like he was trying to suck the soul out of you. He had brought you to the edge for the third time, only to slow down. Tears threatened to spill as you begged and pleaded. At this point, you were no longer begging him to come on his talented tongue. You just wanted him to wrap your legs around his waist and pound you into an earth-shattering orgasm. Twice, you had tried pulling his head away, pressing him to fuck you. Both times, Rio denied you and went right back to eating. His greedy mouth slurped at your juices, “Mm-mm, mama. Daddy’s still hungry.”

His tongue grazed your clit, causing your body to shiver with force. You cried out, “Rio, please! You have to let me come. I can’t do this anymore.” Tears trailed down your cheeks, tugging at his heart a bit. He kissed your nub once more before he pulled up from between your legs. Using the pads of his thumbs, he wiped at the remnants of your tears. Pecking your lips, his hands cradled your face. “I’m sorry, mama. Shh, I know, baby. I know. Breathe for me, catch your breath.”

How could your emotions be all over the place? Yet, every ounce of you still ached for him. Though you were irritated and pissed at the way he edged you. The need to be fucked and orgasm was still the top priority. You could curse him out later. Truthfully, you had done it to yourself. You knew pushing him too far was what brought you here. Patience and understanding had been an option that would have left you well rewarded. Instead, you had opted to try to force his hand.

I’m pregnant, horny, and a bit illogical at the moment. I want what the fuck I want, and I want it now.

Rio’s eyes locked with yours, his orbs still dark but sympathetic at the same time. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he swept hair that blocked your vision. Taking a deep breath, he leaned in, lips brushing against yours.

“I’ma stop fucking with you, mama,” he whispered, stealing a kiss.

Rio shushed your whimpering as his hands trailed back down your body and between your thighs. His fingers brushed your slit, collecting moisture along the way. His fingers slid lower until they reached the destination they were in search of. Two fingers penetrated you as his free hand tweaked your nipple. You sucked in a sharp breath as his digits tapped against that special place in warp speed.

“R-rio. Oh, God,” you mewled. “No, please. I want you inside. I need you inside me, baby. Why won’t you just-.”

His head fell into the crook of your neck as you pleaded. An anguished growl echoed against your throat.

“I can’t right now, mama. I just can’t,” he responded helplessly as his fingers kept slamming into you. “Give it to me, mama. I know you can’t hold it anymore. Come for me, baby girl,” he moaned against your skin.

“But why? Oh! Fuck! Y-yes. God, yes,” you cried, falling over the edge.

“Fuck, mama. My arm’s soaked,” he groaned, breath shallow, as he trailed kisses down your neck. He waited for you to respond, but the only sound he heard was sniffling. Rio pulled back with a quickness, hands cradling your face once more. He kissed you, “What’s wrong, mama? Why are you crying?”

“Are you not attracted to me anymore?”

“Mama. Don’t start. Why wouldn’t I be attracted to you? That’s a wild ass question. Please don’t take this wrong, but these hormones got you all messed up. You know better than to ask me such a ludicrous question.”

Your eyes started to water again, and Rio threw his head back, running his hand down his face. Releasing a long sigh, “Don’t start again, mama. You’re all over the place today. One minute, you’re cursing me out, trying to push me away. The next minute, you’re on me. I damn sure can’t keep up with the mood swings today. Now I’m getting pissed all over again because you're questioning my love for you.”

“It’s a simple question, Rio. Something must be wrong since you won’t fuck your wife. It can’t be that bizarre of a question. Just admit it. I’m gaining weight (not to mention I was already plushie before), so you’re not interested.”

“What number mood swing is this?”

“Fuck you, Rio.”

“You’d like that? A fuck. Wouldn’t you?”

“Such a dickish response!”

You stormed away, ignoring his demands not to walk away from him. Upon entering your bedroom, you slammed the door. Climbing under the covers, you snuggled down until you found a comfortable spot. He didn’t immediately follow you upstairs. Sinking back into the couch, he tried to calm his temper.

Rio’s mood/urge was why Y/N hadn’t gotten what she wanted in the first place. He was right back to being as pissed as he was earlier. It was all the more reason to stay where he was until he could calm himself. During the first round of this sexually charged argument, it had taken every fiber in him not to fuck you relentlessly. No matter how bad you both wanted it. He wasn’t comfortable with manhandling you at a time like this.

He tilted his head back against the cushions and chuckled to himself. Looking back over the day, you had been a pain in the ass. However, Rio loved that you were adamant about getting what you desired.

The fact that she thinks there’s a way for me to be gentle and rough in that sort of head space is laughable. I love this crazy ass woman.

He replayed the last of your conversation. Guilt crept in as he remembered how your lip trembled as you fought back tears of frustration and neediness while leaving the room. Thinking the situation over, Rio started to hold himself accountable. He knew what to expect at times like this. If he was being honest, having another baby was mainly his idea. That thought alone had him shaking his head and smirking.

This woman is going to drive me insane. She can’t be serious thinking I’m not attracted to her right now because she’s pregnant. If anything, that makes my dick harder. These kinks, man. Her ass knows I love her any size. Mama knows I love it when she’s stupid thick. Damn, I want to bend her ass over something. Just wait until baby girl or boy gets here. I’m going to remember every single mood swing and attitude. Like that man Miguel once said, that pussy gon’ be mine. Let me check on her mean ass. Remember to remain calm, Rio.

He flipped off all the lights downstairs and made sure everything was locked up tight. It was pitch black in the master suite. Rio entered quietly, not wanting to wake you. The faint sounds of sniffles came from under the covers on your side of the bed. Your husband’s head hung low at the sounds, shaking it side to side in disbelief. Sadness ached deep in his chest. It had never been his intention to make you feel unwanted. He certainly didn’t mean for you to feel unattractive. You had pushed him to that place of uncertainty. Rio didn’t trust himself enough to remain gentle. His anger had been raging off and on for the past two days. It was time for him to set the record straight and make things right.

Self-control, my boy. Self-control. I may not be able to choke her. Let that mouth get to firing off again. I’ma spank this woman. Lord, help me.

He approached your side of the bed, attempting to lower the comforter, but it wouldn’t budge. You grumbled, “Don’t, Christopher. Just get in bed. Let’s get some rest. We can discuss this in the morning.” The fabric of the blankets muffled your voice a bit, but Rio could hear how you fought back tears.

Rio gently rubbed what he believed to be your hip. “Don’t hide from me,” he rasped.

“I’m not. Goodnight, Papa.”

He lowered his head, rubbing soothing circles against your back. He stood there a few moments, trying to find a way to make things better. A thought entered his mind. His head leaned to the side as he gave a quick head nod. Heading to his side of the bed, Rio checked his notifications one last time, setting the ringer to silent. He grabbed an item from the nightstand, setting it to the side. Rio got into bed, sliding closer. The feeling of his chest pressing against your back as he joined you under the covers.

“You still mad at me, Mama,” he questioned, leaving butterfly kisses against your skin. “You gon’ forgive me, hm?”

“Shut up, Rio,” you responded with a giggle and sniffle.

“You know you’re crazy for thinking that bullshit, right? I love you, mama. Don’t you know that you’re my favorite person in this world? I love you for life, woman,” he explained. “I’ll always be attracted to you, no matter what. You’re my heart and world, baby girl.” Rio nibbled at your neck. “Those better be happy sniffles, he teased.

“They are, trust me. Thank you for the reassurance, Papa,” you responded, voice still shaky.

His fingers caressed your thighs, drawing small patterns on your flesh, lips peppering kisses against a bare shoulder back to the soft spot below your ear.

“Papa, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m still wet from earlier,” you whispered, lower lips tingling again.

Rio shushed you as his tongue swept across the column of your neck. “You looked so damn good in those jeans with the heels. You just had to get me hard while I was working. Didn’t you? How am I supposed to focus with images of fucking you against my desk floating through my head?”

“I just wanted to see you, baby.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

His hand slid between soft thighs, swiping at the moisture pooling between your folds.

“Always wet. Forever ready for me. Shit. Give me those lips, ma.”

Both of you tried to take control of the kiss until his fingers pulled away. You huffed, “Not this shit again-Oh! Shit,” you moaned. Not only had he placed his hand back where it was, but you felt a lovely buzzing sensation against your clit. “Yes,” you whispered.

“Been waiting for the right time to break this out. You’ve been rambling on about that damn toy, so I bought you a rose, Mama. How’s that feel?” Unable to speak, you answered with a sweet sigh. Rio’s lips connected to your temple. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he laughed, increasing the speed.

Between his lips and the toy, you hadn’t noticed Rio tugging down his sweatpants. The kiss broke as you mewled. He bit his lip, watching you gasp at the feel of the rose pressed against your nub while his aching erection slid back and forth against your folds. The leaking tip dipped in and out of your spasming channel. The covers kicked down to the foot of the bed as Rio’s hungry gaze drank in the writhing of your bodies. His breathing quickened, listening to your faint moans.

“I think we’re both a bit calmer now. Don’t you agree, Mama,” he questioned, sucking in a breath at the wetness pulling around his tip.

If you had heard him, Rio didn’t wait for a response. He reclaimed your mouth, sinking his thick, veiny rod inside you.

“Got Damn,” you both moaned in unison.

“That’s a good girl. Take it all, Mama. So fucking tight. Grip that shit.”

Burying your head in your pillow, you trembled, moaning repetitively. Rio’s hands sunk into the plushness of your waist. His finger sunk deeper, pressing your behind into his lap. Pumping you slowly, you felt his hips do that circular motion.

“Faster, Daddy. Please go faster.”

“Whatever you say, love,” he answered, pulling your hair and snapping his hips harder. “The settings go higher, baby.” Shifting the rose to its highest voltage, he growled at the screams that bounced around the room.

“T-too much. Fuck!”

“No, ma. You got this. Take that shit. Don’t you want me to make that pussy feel good, yeah? Yes, baby. Oh, shit. Take it, baby. Just let me pound that pretty little flower.”

Every thrust sent you higher. Your fingers dug into Rio’s hand as you thrashed about the bed.

“You keep fucking me like this. I’m not going to last much longer,” you whined.

“You got that. Go on and wet that shit up, mama. Fall apart. Come for, Daddy. I’ll put you back together and break you apart again. Don’t bury your face in the pillow. Let me hear you come loud and clear. Come for me right fucking now,” he demanded, giving your ass a hard smack.”

“Fu-Chris! Baby,” you screamed, body tensing, shaking violently. Kisses danced along your temple. Whimpers continued to fall from your lips, the aftershocks sending waves throughout your body. Rio attempted to center and bring you back down from the high.

“You’re good, mama. I got you. Good job,” he praised.

You couldn’t imagine a better way to end a long day. At least that's what you thought until Rio decided to take it one step further.

“I’m not finished with you yet, baby girl,” he whispered.

Rio slid out of you, laying on his back, while he waited for you to turn toward him. Your face hovered over his. Staring lovingly into his eyes, you spoke softly.

“Tell me what you need, Papa,” you questioned, stroking his jaw.

He reached for your leg, bringing it over his to straddle him. Hands traveled the length of your body, stopping to cup your breast. Through body language alone, the communication was clear. Giving him a gentle nod, lip tucking between your teeth. Rio felt your digits wrap around his length, rising just enough. You slowly slipped his throbbing length into the slick cavern. The two of you moaned in unison.

Rio sat up, wrapping his arms around your waist. You rode him slow and steady. Biting your lip, he encouraged you, “Mm, that's it, mama. You feel so good.” He wrapped his lips around your nipple, tongue circling it hungrily. Giving it a playful bite pulled a meal from your lungs. Releasing the taut bud, Rio whimpered, “Keep squeezing me. Just like that. Fuck.”

He tugged one of your hands from his shoulder, placing the digits around the column of his throat. He smirked as your eyes widened.

“I can’t choke you, so why don’t we switch shit up? You be me for a change, mama. Be rough with Daddy, yeah?”

A tremble coursed through you at the thought of it.

“It’s your body, mama. You’re in control. Ride me as hard as you can stand it.” He pecked your lips, cooing, “Are you going to ride your daddy nice and hard, hm? This is your dick. Take it, mama,” he insisted, giving your bottom another slap.

Pushing at his chest, you laid him back against the mattress. Your hand tightened around his throat as your hips circled, taking him as deep as possible. Your head fell back as your speed increased.

“Oh,” you cried. “Daddy!”

“Look at me,” he gasped.

Your face floated above his, and you started to bounce erratically. Rio’s face twisted up as he grunted your name. The hold on his throat tightened, causing him to bite his lip harder. You felt his hands spank and grip your cheeks. The two of you entered a lip lock as the headboard banged against the wall. Coming up for air, you felt him twitch inside you.

“Fuck, Mama. I’m about to nut. Is that what you want, baby? Do you want to be filled up? Yeah, I know you do, darlin’. F-fuck! Come with me, mama! Right now!”

You both plummeted over the edge, calling out each other’s name. Trying to keep balance, your hands rested against Rio’s chest. He sat up, pulling you into an embrace. Leaving kisses all over your face, you giggled breathlessly. His arm reached around your waist, guiding you to lie down comfortably.

“Let’s get you cleaned up. Stay right here. I got you, mama.”

Rio disappeared into the bathroom, returning moments later with a warm towel. With the aftercare complete, he quickly got himself together. Making his way to the kitchen, Rio returned with a glass of ice water for you.

“Drink up. You need to replenish, ma.”

“Thank you, Papa. What about you, though?”

“Drank it downstairs, " he responded, cuddling up to you.

“So we’re switching roles now? Is that what we are doing,” you teased.

Rio’s laugh bellowed throughout the room. “Listen, ma. You’re little thirsty ass needed that rough shit. I figured since I’m not doing that right now. You can get your fix if I relinquish a little bit of that power. Temporarily, of course.” He gave your shoulder a playful bite. “You should know I’m keeping tabs for the remainder of this pregnancy.”

“Tabs? What tabs?”

“I’m keeping a mental log of every time you act up. The moment the doctor clears you. That thick ass will be stinging, and you won’t be able to walk straight for a few weeks. Maybe a month,” he shrugged, nonchalance written on his handsome face. His eyes reduced to slits, “Breath play’s about to be a beast for you, mama. Hate it for you.”

“No, you don’t, liar.”

“You said it. Not me,” Rio shrugged.

He felt your fist collide with his arm.

“Aye, chill out now. You know what, let me put this shit in my notes. What is this? That makes at least eight offenses. For the day alone.”

“Whatever. Goodnight, crybaby.”

“Says the woman that’s been crying all night.”

“Don’t piss me off again, Rio. Go to sleep. Keep in mind that you won’t be leaving for work on time. I can tell that I’ll be just as needy in the morning. Have my dick ready.”

“Just admit that you only want me for my body,” he teased.

You kissed your teeth and mugged his forehead.

“Aye! Chill. Where my kisses at?”

Rio pulled your leg over his waist, cradling your bump, and kissed you goodnight.

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sadslay · 7 months

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- BASOREXIA ⋆☆ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

(n.) the overwhelming desire, or sudden urge, to kiss someone.

warnings — set during s1 ep6, very short (sorry), light nsfw content

daryl hadn’t known you for long, no more then a few weeks at most but in the short time he had known you, he felt as though he’d known you for years. thanks to not only his brother’s judgements but also his own, he believed you to be some entitled snob that would never looked twice in his direction. his jaw had just about hit the ground when he had discovered you had both grown up in the same neighbourhood, even went to the same community school before him and merle had moved away.

he could never describe the way he felt around you. daryl had always understood he was never smart, not in the ways that mattered or not in the ways that would impress you but he was sure - so goddamn sure - that were was a word or two to describe the way he’d felt about you in the short time he had come to know you. the word daryl was searching for - but would never find - was basorexia.

sitting on a countertop behind a rounded table, watching the others cheer and pour drinks brought a sense of familiarity to you. it reminded you of a simpler time. you focused on lori and rick as they playfully bickered on weather or not their son should try some of the red wine dale was serving, but daryl - who sat beside you, nursing a bottle of beer- was entirely focused on you. the way you looked under the white led lighting of the cdc bunker and the way you giggled as carl pushed away the small cup of wine he had just tried. everything you did was perfect in his eyes, absolutely everything.

“you gonna share that bottle dixon?” you queried, gently nudging into his shoulder as you flashed him cheeky grin.

daryl let out a breathy chuckle, not saying a word before handing you the brown bottle, watching you intently as you brought the bottle up to your lips.

“you should stick to soda pop kid.” shane mumbled as daryl stood up to walk around the table, in hopes to secure another bottle as the current one had almost run out.

“not you glenn.” daryl smiled - that was one of the first times you had seen him genuinely smile - leaning in to grab another bottle before teasing, “keep drinkin’ little man, i wanna see how red your face can get.”

“it seems to me we haven't thanked our host properly.” rick spoke, standing up to look at the man who had reluctantly let us in an hour or so prior.

“he is more than just our host.” t-dog smiled, raising his glass of red wine.

“booyah!” daryl cheered, raising a bottle of spirits into the air before sitting back down beside you, offering you a sip of the new liquor.

you placed the empty bottle of beer beside you before taking the bottle what you assumed was whiskey and cheering, “booyah!” before taking a swig.

“so when are you gonna tell us what the hell happened here, doc?” shane asked, breaking the cheers and thanks coming from around the room, and almost instantly everyone fell quiet. “all the ah the other doctors that were supposed to be figuring out what happened, where are they?” he asked, looking at the lone scientist.

“we're celebrating, shane.” rick answered quickly, sitting back down beside his son. “don't need to do this now.” he added.

“whoa, wait a second. this is why we're here, right?” shane asked rhetorically, looking at rick before continuing. “this was your move, supposed to find all the answers but instead we uh we found him.” shane explained, his very tome and expression seeming on edge and untrusting. “found one man. why?”

“well, when things got bad, a lot of people just left. went off to be with their families and when things got worse, when the military got overrun, the rest bolted.” the scientist explained, the entire mood shifting.

“every last one?” shane asked sarcastically.

“no, many couldn't face walking out the door. they... opted out. there was a rash of suicides. that was a bad time.” the scientist continued, his voice shaky as he explained the fate of the cdc.

“you didn't leave. why?” andrea asked, placing her half empty glass of wine onto the crowded table.

“i just kept working. hoping to do some good.” he explained.

“dude, you are such a buzzkill, man.” glenn groaned, looking at shane as he slumped back into his chair.

later that night, after every had begun settling in for the night you found yourself lying awake in a sleeping bag a meter or so away from glenn. your hair was still damp from the warm shower you had no more then an hour prior. you pulled yourself up from the sleeping bag, wrapping your arms around your chest before wandering out into the hallway to find all but one light left on. daryls room. the door had been left open, allowing you to lean up against the doorframe as you watched daryl pull a clean shirt over his head and shoulders before noticing the brown bottle by the head of his sleeping bag.

“still hoggin’ the bottle huh dixon?” you giggled, causing daryl to spin around as the rest of his shirt fell down his torso.

he weakly scoffed as his eyes traced up and down your body, most of your legs exposed from the shorts you had found in some drawers while a baggy shirt hid most of your figure.

“d’yer reckon we could find the rest of ‘is stash?” you asked eagerly, looking up at daryl as a breathy chuckle fell from his lips.

“nah, yer cut off woman.” he chortled, as you walked further into his room “yer already drunk as i am.” daryl added.

your eyebrows almost immediately pinched together as you dramatically scoffed, “that shower sobered me up real good.” you teased, bending down to grab the bottle before taking a sip of the room temperature liquor. “‘n what would be so wrong with that?” you asked, folding your arms across your chest.

“nothin’!” he defended, his hands weakly rising into the air before dropping back by his side. “s’just you look like you can’t handle your booze is all.” daryl teased.

you dropped down onto the near by couch as you slurred, “i can handle my liquor jus’ fine.”

closely you watched daryl as he plopped down beside you, taking the brown bottle from your hand before taking another swig.

“women can never handle their liquor.” he mumbled, a weak laugh escaping his lips, making you frown.

“dixon.” you mumbled, looking across to his eyes as they remained focused on the bottle in front of him. “that sounds like a challenge.” you smirked causing the man to look up with a devilish grin plastered on his lips.

he extended his arm, offering the bottle to you. you took the bottle from daryl causing a soft giggle to leave your lips as you brought the rim of the bottle up to your mouth. taking another swig of the brown liquor - burning your throat - you rested the bottle in your lap.

“yer gonna be wasted.” he noted, trying to hide the grin sneaking onto his lips.

“you’ve never even seen me drink,” i scoffed, “for all you know i could’ve been a drunk before all of this rubbish.” i added, handing the bottle back to daryl as he shuffled a little closer.

“‘cept i do, yer told me ‘bout an hour ago that you barely had your first drink before the world went to shi-.” daryl teased, his words cut off as your hand covered his mouth, quietly shushing him.

“i told you that in confidence, and i said first legal drink.” you pouted as daryl’s hand lifted up to connect with yours that was still covering the majority of his mouth.

you could feel daryls breath on the palm of your hand as he let out a small chuckle but as his hands slowly began to peel yours away from his mouth, his lips began to purse, leaving a soft kiss on your skin. you watched him as his lips continued further down your wrist, his hand loosening before finally letting go to reattach at the base of your neck, pulling you closer to him as you lips met. quicker then you could have ever imagined the kiss grew heated and passionate as you found yourselves pulling each other closer. in an act of desperation you pulled yourself onto his lap, resting your knees on either sides of his hips as you sat down on his lap, but it still didn’t feel close enough.

when you had suddenly pulled your lips away from daryls, leaving him confused and afraid that he had overstepped, but as your hands cradled his cheeks and a smile began to creep onto your lips he was left in a state of confusion.

“been waitin’ for yer to do this for a while.” you grinned, your eyes wandering around daryls face, admiring every little detail thanks to the close proximity.

“thought you were only doin’ this cause you’d been drinkin’.” he answered glumly, his hands still loosely hovering over your hips.

you shrugged weakly, a smirk creeping onto your lips as you whispered, “needed some liquid courage.” before your lips connected to his prickled jawline.

“scared of me huh?” he asked, his grip tightening around your waist as your delicate kisses began to tickle his skin.

“m’not scared of you.” you mumbled into the crook of his neck, slowly beginning to work your way back to his lips.

but just as you went to reconnect your lips, daryl slightly pulled away, his eyebrows pinched together as he whispered, “ya think i’d say no to yer?”

you stayed silent, shyly nodding. heavy breaths filled the room as a weak muffled scoff left daryls lips. you let out a little chuckle at your own foolish mind for getting in the way of an action you had been wanting to pursue for some time now.

“didn’t think i was your type.” you commented, combing a piece of hair out of your face before your hand reattached to the base of daryl’s neck.

“didn’t think i was ya type either.” he breathlessly chuckled, his hands remaining firmly gripped onto your waist.

a soft giggle left your lips as your lips momentarily connected with daryls before pulling away to whisper, “your one hundred percent my type.” you smiled, your very words making daryl scoff in disbelief before your lips reconnected with his.

daryl was in heaven on earth. he had never imagined this happening and now with you on his lap, your mouth slowly beginning to part from his lips as you trailed down his chin and jaw, your entire body now beginning to slide down. his chest rose and fell heavily as you rested on your knees, your hands now beginning to fiddle with his belt buckle.

“ya- yer don’ have ta-“ a groan slipped from daryls lips as you began to peel away his jeans, the very action sending him into a euphoric state and with you on your knees before him, something much more lustful and libidinous began to grow.

the following morning daryl woke up to you wrapped around his body, the sleeping bag - intended for one person use - was sprawled out over your two bodies, providing some warmth. your arms were wrapped around his torso, and your legs were intertwined with his. daryl looked down at you, admiring your soft delicate feature as you peacefully slept for the first time in months.

daryl thought you were so deep in sleep that nothing could possibly wake you, so when a strand of your hair fell across your face, tickling your nose and lips, daryls hand rose from his side. as he began to brush away your hair, your eyes began to flutter open, causing daryl to freeze as he trucked the strand of hair behind your ear.

“morning.” you grumbled, your arms pulling away from the warmth of daryls body to stretch.

“mornin’.” he hummed, following your actions of sitting up right, the pair of you sitting shoulder to shoulder. “yer hungover?” daryl teased, beginning to rub his face before combing his hair out of his face.

“shut up.”

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wintersoldiersoul · 6 months

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Reader gets injured on a Misson and hides it from bucky and the whole team

Reader goes to clean up and realises its worse than they thought and buck finds them bleeding out and passed out on floor and he picks up reader and runs to medbay with them and gets Helens help and once reader is fixed up, buck holds readers hand and waits for them to wake up and once you wake up he says "thought I ld lost you there doll, gave me a fright" and you grin at him and say "not that easy buck" and he kisses you

Aww i love this idea so much!! I hope you enjoy!!

TW: Blood, injury

The knife connected with your stomach before you even realized it was coming towards you. They were so swift with it, slicing into your skin quickly without you even having a second to realize what was going on. All you noticed was the blinding pain.

You looked over at the rest of the team, each of them engaged in their own battle. It’s fine, you told yourself. It’s just a little pain, it's nothing serious.

A trail of your blood was left as you continued the fight. If your uniform wasn’t black, it would have been stained crimson. You pushed through the rest of the mission, wincing each time you moved. But you couldn’t stop, not when this was a mission that required the whole team to win. You fought through the pain and dizziness that accompanied the blood loss, lying to yourself that the bleeding would stop and that the blade didn’t go that deep.

You were exhausted by the end of it, just wanting to close your eyes for a long time. You couldn’t wait to get home and be in bed with Bucky’s arms wrapped around you.

“Y/N, what the hell happened?” Bucky asked you with wide eyes, seeing the cut when you were back on the jet. The knife had sliced through your suit and his laser sharp focus when it came to you had him honing in on the cut.

“Just a small cut,” you shrugged. “I’m fine, don’t worry.”

He reached his hand under your chin, tilting your head to look up at him. “You promise?”

“I promise.” You kissed him softly. Normally, he’d press and insist on taking a look and making sure you were okay. But the amount of blood was still hidden and coming back from a mission with a couple of scrapes and bruises was expected.

You rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes. “You tired, baby?”

“Exhausted. That really took a lot out of me.” You knew the reason why. You were still losing a lot of blood. But you couldn’t worry Bucky. This mission had been stressful enough for him, having to face HYDRA head on. He had played it cool but you knew your boyfriend well enough to know when he was a nervous wreck. You had seen the immediate relief in his body the second you all stepped back on the jet safely.

“Rest, darlin’. I’ll wake you when we’re home.”

So you did just that. You closed your eyes, trying to ignore spins that happened as you fell asleep. Bucky gently woke you up a few hours later when you were back at the compound. You discreetly touched your stomach, finding that your wound was still bleeding, but seemingly less than before.

“Want me to carry you, honey?” Bucky asked. You nodded, eyes still full of sleep and he picked you up in his strong arms.

“Alright everyone, take 30. Decompress. Shower. Eat. Then we’ll meet to debrief, okay?” Steve instructed the team. You all dispersed, desiring the feeling of cleanliness and comfort. Bucky headed to the kitchen to make some food for you while you went to shower and take care of your wound. Though the bleeding had slowed, there was still an intense throbbing pain radiating throughout your whole body.

When you got to the bathroom and peeled off your suit, your eyes widened at the cut in its full form. It was definitely more than a scratch. The knife had broken your skin, stabbing you more than just cutting you.

“Shit,” you mumbled to yourself. Your arm was covered in blood and you carefully took a paper towel with warm water to clean it. As you wiped away the dried blood that had clotted, fresh waves of crimson began to pour. You cursed as you applied pressure, trying to stop the bleeding. But the red seeped through quickly and continued to do so as you changed out towel after towel.

Your vision grew blurry quickly as your blood dripped onto the floor. Your injury was bad, you couldn't deny it anymore. Even though you were in an intense amount of pain, the adrenaline from the mission must have sent your body into shock. There was no other reason that you were still even able to move on the field. You gripped the wall for support but it was useless. Your body fell to the floor and you lay unconscious.

After 30 minutes, everyone was gathered in the living room. Well, everyone except for you.

“Where the hell is she?” Steve said, annoyed at your lateness.

“I’ll go get her,” Bucky said, moving in the direction of your shared room. He walked through the bedroom and approached the bathroom door. It was locked. “Y/N?” he called. “Baby, are you in there?” His heart rate increased as he called out and got no response. This wasn’t like you. Something was wrong.

He banged his metal arm against the door forcefully until it opened. That’s when he saw you, passed out on the floor, blood from the stab wound still pouring. “Oh my god,” he gasped running over to you. “HELP! SOMEONE HELP!” He screamed out. There was a stampede of footsteps as the rest of the team sprinted into your room.

Bucky held your body closely, crying and rocking you in his arms hoping that you would wake up.

“We need to get her to the medbay, right now,” Natasha said. “Cho can help her, okay?” She said calmly, trying to prevent Bucky from panicking more than he already was.

Bucky picked up your body, hating the way that you were deadweight in his arms. You had to be okay. What would he do if he lost you? He couldn’t do this alone.

Down in the medbay, Dr. Cho immediately got you into surgery. You needed a lot of stitches to close the wound.

“She lost a lot of blood,” she told Bucky once you were stabilized. The wound punctured her intestine. I was able to close it and stabilize her but it was touch and go for a little bit.”

He ran his hands through his hair, taking a deep breath. You were stable now, that was good. But he had almost lost you. You almost died. His Y/N, the love of his life, had almost died.

“Can I see her?” He asked, sniffling through tears.

Dr. Cho nodded. “She’s still unconscious. But yes. You can sit with her.” He followed her to where you were laying and sat beside you. He took your hand in his, kissing it over and over again. You looked so pale. So fragile. “Y/N,” he whispered, brushing strands of your hair out of your face. “Oh, baby.” He broke down as he sat beside you. He needed you to wake up and look into your eyes and hear your voice. He missed you so much and yet you were right in front of him.

He didn’t leave your side. 4 hours later, he was still sitting and crying right next to you, his hand in yours. Suddenly, he felt it. A small squeeze. “Baby?”

You groaned and slowly opened your eyes, blinking to adjust to the light. “B-Buck?” Your voice was raspy. You looked at him and saw the wet streaks on his face and his red rimmed eyes.

“Oh, my angel, I’m here, I’m here. You’re okay. I’m here.” He stroked your hair gently, afraid to hurt you if he touched you too hard. “I-I thought I lost you,” his voice broke as fresh tears fell from his eyes. “I thought I lost you, Doll,” he repeated.

“Hey,” you squeezed his hand a little tighter. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily, Buck.”

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klausysworld · 10 months

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hello, can you do a one-shot for soulmates au, where klaus and stefan are in the summer making hybrids and they go to ray's pack, and when they start to convert everyone klaus catches the scent of his soulmate and is surprised that she is an omega and notices that some wolves try to subdue her and klaus quickly takes care of them.

Lovely little omega

Klaus stood looking proudly at the wolves as they all passed around a cup with Klaus’s blood and begrudgingly took a sip and awaited Stefan to snap their necks.

He breathed in deeply and went to let out a sigh of success but the scent that filled his senses caught him off guard.

His eyes darted around to where he saw a few of the waiting wolves huddled and exchanging harsh whispers and staring at something or someone.

Whatever it was, smelt positively delicious.

He pushed past the half dead almost hybrids and growled when he heard a gushing as the men turned to face Klaus and pushed someone behind them.

“Move. Now.” He commanded and watched them all hesitate but choose to remain stood in place. He narrowed his eyes and looked to Stefan who forcefully moved, borderline threw, them out of Klaus’s way to reveal the wolves secret.

Klaus stood frozen as the small girl that looked up at him with wide fearful eyes. A gold ring of colour flashing around her irises as he felt his own eyes do the same.

His wolf was starstruck and dead silent in his head which had his reaction time reduced and left him staring at her in wonder.

Thankfully she was better in contact with her wolf as she hadn’t had hers locked away and so her instincts immediately told her who he was to her.

She took an apprehensive step forward and wrapped both arms around his waist making his breath get caught in his throat. Her head rest against his chest making his heart run a thousand times a second. His wolf snapped back to reality and his hands were pulling her up his body to have a proper hold of her as quick as he could.

He growled as a few of the wolves began to grow angsty

“Look man, you get the whole pack but not her just put her down” one of them yelled while moving to grab ahold of her arm resulting in Klaus snapping his wrist and then his neck

“Shit okay, alright look you can’t turn an omega alright? She hasn’t even experienced her first heat alright? She isn’t ready” another stepped up and Klaus scowled and stroked her hair

“Stefan kill the lot of them, I’ll be over in the trees” Klaus mumbled dismissively and carried his new found omega mate away from her old pack.

He felt her nuzzling and sniffing his scent glad against his neck making his wolf pant with desire. Her soft little tongue licked right over his sensitive spot making him shudder and hold onto her tightly

“Now now sweetheart, I haven’t even heard your name” he chuckled and she whined. It being a full moon for an omega wolf was a big deal, her sensitivity was peaked and finding her mate who was one of the most powerful alpha wolves known to exist was driving her to insanity.

Her hands tugged at his henley like a needy baby and he hummed lowly as he put her down onto her feet. “Dainty little thing aren’t you puppy?” He murmured seeing the top of her head barely at his shoulders.

“Need alpha” she whined needly as her hands grabbed and pulled at him. His eyes flicked over her delicate frame a few times as she pressed all up against him

“My lovely little omega, I know you’re all hot and bothered tonight and I would love to have my hands all over you, but I won’t take advantage of your instincts darling.” He whispered trying his very best to hold everything he wanted to do to her in his mind. She was his mate, his prized possession not a toy for him to throw away in an hour.

But she didn’t understand him. Wasn’t his wolf going as crazy as hers? Was she not desirable enough? All of the wolves in her pack had wanted her, needed the touch of an omega every since she were a child the wolves treated her as though she were their darling pet. Never really treated as a human but more a precious gem. She was used to it and didn’t understand why he wasn’t all over her.

“Please?” She whispered a little reluctantly, she frowned and took a little step back “do you…not feel it?” She asked, a twinge of hurt in her voice making his eyes widen and his head switch between nodding and shaking

“I do love, definitely do. But you’re a delicate little angel and I would hurt you” he argues “besides it’s the full moon sweetheart, you’ll be in your sweet puppy form within hours if not sooner” he reminds and she tilts her head

“So?” She asked confused and he blinked surprised “you’re a wolf too right?” She asked sniffing him a little more to make sure she had got his hybrid scent right.

“Ye-yeah I just, you mean you would…in your wolf form? Love who have you let touch your pretty figure?” He questioned while his hands dropped to her hips and pulled her to him, not liking the thought of another touching his mate.

She nods and happily stood with her front against his “well Ray was my alpha so-“ an instant growl cut her off and had her wolf falling into an immediate obedience and silencing her for him. “I’m…I’m sorry” she whispered “I didn’t know that I wasn’t allowed”

“It’s not your fault darling omega” he murmured while holding her closer “I will ensure that sorry excuse of a man is dead as soon as possible. From now onwards you are mine and only mine, are we clear sweetheart? No more wolves get close to you, not sniffing those mutts, you get hungry, sleepy, you need or want for anything at all and you come straight to me okay? I’m your alpha, just yours forever, yes?” He spoke clear and relatively slow to insure she took in all information.

“Promise” she whispered and he smiled

“Now what’s your name princess?” He hummed watching as a bright blush spread over her cheeks

“Y/n” she whispered and he grinned

“Perfect, do you know who I am?” He asked gently

“The hybrid” she stated like it were obvious and he smirked a little bit

“Not quite my name sweetheart but close enough. You may call me Klaus or just keep calling me Alpha” he growled pleasantly and she nuzzled into his chest again with a pure rolling through her. He stroked her hair gently and hummed

“Will you be with me to turn alpha?” She asked and he let out a breath

“Of course I will my omega” he smiled and she snuggled him closer making him sigh in contentment. “And I will stay forever after that”

“You promise?”

“I give you my word”

(Ngl ran out of my creativity half way through 😭)

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 month

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Great! Can you please write an older Eddie with female reader, like maybe 25-26? And by now Eddie is a famous rock star, but he adores you, avoids groupies altogether. But when you and him go back to Hawkins to play at the Hideout just for fun Chrissy (or some other cheerleader) make moves on him, telling reader (maybe in the bathroom) "he was in love with me all through high school - I just have to move my pinky and he'll come running).

But then maybe Eddie proposes to reader on stage? :) request by @somethingvicked 💞

Angst to fluff, this is an 18+ blog so mdni.

❤️

Eddie made it big after he left Hawkins. A few years after he finally graduated and went to Chicago with the rest of Corroded Coffin, they were notified by a bigwig music producer who thought they had a real shot at being successful.

They grafted for another few years after that and after a lot of hard work, they began to get noticed. Did more gigs, got lots of exposure and recorded their first successful album.

Four albums, and four tours (one world tour) later, Eddie couldn't believe that his dreams of being a rockstar had come true.

Even with his dreams coming true, the most amazing thing to happen to him in the last few years was meeting you.

He ran into you after being chased by a handful of his fans (seeking shelter in a bookstore that you owned) that the two of you got closer and began to date.

You were younger than Eddie (26 to Eddie's 38) he was worried when you first began dating at the media attention the two of you would get. Anyone he got close to was the subject of scrutiny but you got it worse.

Eddie protected you as much as he could, put out statements in anger when the vitirol had you in tears and stressed to the max. He loved you so much and would do anything to protect you from hate.

Groupies tried and failed to catch his attention, he was a one woman man and all he wanted was you. Most of the time he loved getting you to join him on tour, but it depended on your job. When you weren't with him, he missed you like crazy.

Now he was going to Hawkins for one a one off concert at The Hideout. He couldn't wait to see his uncle and his friends. You and Eddie could catch up with everyone.

Most importantly though he was planning something very special for you and he wanted to do it surrounded with friends and family.

It would be cool to perform here in Hawkins after all this time. He couldn't wait to get the gig started.

❤️

Watching Corroded Coffin perform at the place they started out is an amazing experience, Eddie and the guys look like they are having so much fun and fans have travelled from different cities to watch the band.

You chat to Steve and the rest of the gang and feel so proud as you watch Eddie. He was in his element and looked so sexy as he shredded on his guitar, desire pools in your stomach. You couldn't wait to get him alone later.

He catches your eye, notices the way you're looking at him, winks and blows you a kiss.

The crowd is electric even once the gig finishes, everyone is cheering and going wild. Eddie jumps off the stage, walks over to you and kisses you, you feel your cheeks warm. He presses a kiss to your head then begins to interact with the crowd.

As soon as Eddie begins to mingle with the rest of the people in the Hideout, it wasn't long before a pretty blonde makes herself known.

You don't notice her at first as you're too busy catching up with the rest of the gang, then you wonder where Eddie has got to and after a quick look around the room, you find him.

He's with the blonde, she's heavily flirting. Touching his arm, giggling and playing with her hair, she's actually batting her eyes at him. You're used to groupies throwing themselves at Eddie but it still makes you feel a little shitty when you have to witness it.

Eddie looks uncomfortable when she ramps up the flirting and he makes a hasty retreat not quick enough though as she is practically purring at him to come back soon. Steve tells you she's called Chrissy.

Fuming at her blatant disregard for Eddie's feelings you follow her as she heads to the bathroom, She looks at you like you're dirt on her shoe, when you approach her.

"Yes?" you roll your eyes at the bitchy antics, fuck what was this high school? Memories from Hawkins High flood back and it makes you even more pissed. Who did this woman think she was?

"Hi, I'd appreciate it if you backed off from Eddie, your flirting was making him uncomfortable" you try to keep your cool, however the smug smile on her face is needling at you.

She snorts, flips her hair over her shoulder and moves closer to you.

"Oh please, sweetie he was in love with me all through high school - I just have to move my pinky and he'll come running" Chrissy smirks and you feel your stomach bottom out. Was this true?

Was she right? Would you lose Eddie to some old high school crush? Chrissy turns away from you and reapplies her lipstick which is cherry red, you leave the bathroom with the knot of anxiety growing in your stomach.

Chrissy looks triumphant as she comes out, you feel like you can't breathe and stirrings of panic and anxiety begin to take over you.

She turns to her friends and looks so smug. "Guaranteed he'll dump her, when I show even a hint of interest. He could do so much better"

Gareth is close to all of you, chatting to his girlfriend when he hears the comment Chrissy made.

The look on your face tugs at his heart. Eddie was so in love with you, no Chrissy Cunningham's were going to change that. Still, he doesn't like how Chrissy is speaking to you (Eddie won't either) and he excuses himself from Alicia for a moment to inform Eddie what's going on.

Eddie glares over at Chrissy, who preens at his attention. "In love with her in high school? Is she for fucking real? I was in love with about half the class at one point? She's not special" Eddie snorts.

As for dumping you for Chrissy? That he could do better than you? As if. She was deluded if she thought that. He'd tell her that if he had to. You were the best thing that ever happened to him.

Gareth looks amused and discreetly slips Eddie his surprise for you. "Good luck man" Eddie nods, nerves crawling through his veins.

Fuck after all the planning this was it. He heads up on stage, takes a deep breath and begins to speak. "Hi, can I have everyone's attention please"

You notice that Eddie is up on the stage and wonder what he's doing. What aren't the rest of the band with him? To your surprise he calls on you to join him.

"I wanted to do this here, surrounded by my family and friends, I've been planning a surprise and I hope you like it sweetheart" you feel yourself grow flustered but very very happy.

What was he planning? There's this part of you that thinks he may be going to propose, the thought of him doing it nearly brings tears to your eyes but you will them away. It could be anything, you mustn't get your hopes up too much.

You'd love to marry Eddie, spend the rest of your life with him, but Eddie had taken a long time to come around to the idea of marriage, would he want that now?

He takes your hand and kisses it tenderly, pulls off one of his rings and places it on your ring finger, your heart begins to race as you realise the dream you have, may be coming true.

"Eddie?" you can barely get the words out and his eyes are all big and shiny as he gazes at you with pure love in his expression.

"I love you so much princess, you're all I'll ever want and need. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?" He gets down on one knee and smiles, reaches in his pocket and pulls out a velvet red box, inside is the most beautiful ring you've ever seen.

You're sobbing freely now, elated and throw your arms around Eddie. "Yes!"

The crowd erupted in cheers and you see the smug smile wiped off Chrissy's face. Eddie places the ring on your finger and kisses you, tenderly cupping your face in his hands.

Chrissy scoffs and leaves, throwing you and Eddie a bitchy look as she does. Eddie rolls his eyes.

"Charming huh?" You stifle a giggle and he softens.

"Hey, Gareth told me what Chrissy said sweetheart. Fuck, she was a stupid crush in high school that vanished quickly because she's a complete bitch. You never have to worry about that" you smile and cuddle into him.

You kiss him again and look at the beautiful ring on your finger, you can't wait for you and Eddie to start your new adventure.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #older eddie munson #rockstar eddie munson

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randomstoryenjoyer · 8 months

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Hey I love your stories and your 'white lily's fall' gave me an idea for a request...for a story!

Imagine a witch (y/n) at first baked cookies to try to make a friend but as they kept running away...it gave y/n an idea! If they run away...why not make a track and make em race? So now y/n bakes them to either run a normal race or an obstacle course race to the window to escape amd y/n even put something under their window to cushion their fall so they wouldn't crumble and can simply run out to join the cookie world! Also the obstacles are harmless and not deadly like if they fail an obstacle, they just land on something soft and can walk over to some stairs or a ladder and try again! Ofcourse the finish line is the window!

Oh and whenever they race, y/n chooses one cookie to cheer on as they sit to the side, watching, and hopes that said cookie wins the race...again for entertainment! Maybe they even pretend to be a racing announcer as they race!

And imagine if other cookies found out...like, one possible idea is DE flying along, plotting against the witches when they suddenly hear hearing like: "AAAAAND RED ICING COOKIE MANAGED TO JUMP OVER THAT MASSIVE GAP! SO IMPRESSIVE! THE CROWD IS GOING WILD!" followed by y/n trying to impersonate a crowd cheering like crazy! So DE goes to investigate aaaaand finds Y/n racing cookies instead of eating them! Or maybe some other cookie like gingerbrave finds them! Just some ideas but can't wait to see what you come up with for this concept and curious what ideas you'll have lol!

Possible to add on, putting this possible add on here incase ya wanna add it: Y/n also keeps track of the races and the winners in a book and also timed it to see which cookie they've baked is the fastest and if a cookie read the book, they'll know that y/n raced cookies LOTS of times!

The Witch’s game

Rugelach Cookie’s breath hitched as they swerved left to right, their little legs scuttering as fast as they ever had before… he was so close to the end… all that was left was to…

”AAAAAND TRAGEDY STRIKES! RUGELACH COOKIE HAS FALLEN DOWN! HERE COMES COCONUT FLAKE COOKIE TO SNAG THE WIN!”

With the finish line crossed and window reached, Coconut Flake Cookie stood proud and delighted as he received the witch’s praise, eventually jumping out the window. Rugelach Cookie was left to get back up and head back to his place, however, if one looked closely, they could see that he was hiding a giddy smile…

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Due to being a witch, your life consisted mostly of isolation, except for the odd meeting with other fellow witches here and there. Thus, you came up with the idea of creating your own friends by baking cookies to give life to! It was an easy goal to achieve… if not for the fact that every cookie you baked always ran away and jumped out the window.

This kept going for multiple baking sessions, each one making you more annoyed when the results showed no sign of changing. Eventually though, it began to make sense to you. No matter their size or origins, living cookies were still as much as individuals as anybody else, little creatures with a desire to leave the nest and live a life of their own, instead of being stuck inside a witch’s kitchen with a giant being looming over them. It was just something you had to accept.

This led to a new idea develop: if they insisted on running, why not put them through a race? From then on, your lair became a small race arena. All you needed to set up was a long path that led to the window as the finish lane, and then fill it with many different types of (non-lethal) obstacles for each race. The first cookie to reach the window would have the prize of being able to jump out of it and live in the outside world! You didn’t actually know what the cookies did in the outside world, but it didn’t really bother you.

Between races, the cookies you baked would get their own resting village inside your lair, where they could all gather around and interact with one another, most conversations being about what laid outside the windows of your lair… what existed below the glimmering moon and stars they saw every night…

As for you, you decided to make the most out of your idea, sitting to the side during the races and choosing a specific cookie to cheer on, acting like a wild crowd. The first contestant cookies you baked were a bit confused at your odd actions, but eventually began to even enjoy them.

Oh, enjoy them they eventually did. It soon got to the point where the racing cookies would begin getting weirded out if you didn’t act like a crowd going wild over the contestants. Your cheers and howls of excitement directed at them soon became the main motivation for being willing to take part in the races, to the point that they sometimes even forgot what they even were originally racing for!

Slowly but surely, talks amongst the cookies every night in the resting village shifted from wonders about the outside world to gushing over the the witch in the audience seats, mostly led by the very first racing cookies that you had baked. More recently baked cookies were swift to join the talks about you, but it was the older ones who truly prided themselves knowing the most about the witch who baked them.

Many cookies soon began seeing the races in a different light: why would they want to go to the outside world when they had you and your praises in this cozy home? Surely staying with you wouldn’t be that bad as originally thought!

During these last few days, you’ve started noticing how… clumsy some of the cookies were during the race. A bit slow of slow running, a few of them missing a some.simple jumps, and taking extra long to get back to the racetrack once they failed an obstacle… and the numbers of the cookies doing it increased day by day. Despite the fact that it opened up a bigger chance for cheers and announcements from your audience stand, it still felt a bit suspiciously random.

If only you knew just how much your presence and cheers meant to your cookies at this point…

However, these didn’t end up being the only cookies that were aware of your races, as new ones would soon know about you…

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Dark Enchantress Cookie was busy scouting out the area with her cake witch carrying her as always, looking for more places to build her cake army in while the rest of the cookies of darkness were busy with her other demands, when she suddenly heard a loud cheer from not too far away.

Her instincts very much telling her that this voice she heard was a dreadful witch, she made her way to the source of the sound a fast as she possibly could, expecting to see what she had seen during the fateful night of the witches.

Instead, all she found was a witch… watching cookies run from one place to another?

She stood there, just watching the scene unfold. The excited look on the cookie’s faces, the enthusiasm of the witch, the complete lack of any cruelty of mischievousness on the witch’s voice and actions. It didn’t make any sense to her at all. Witches weren’t like this. They weren’t meant to be! She saw it all in the night of the witches!

She remained still for so long that her cake witch had began to stare at her with slight discomfort, wondering why its master had gone stiff for such a long time.

Dark Enchantress Cookie remained quiet within her mixed thoughts. Seeing cookies who weren’t baked with the intention to be eaten seemed to have rattled her mind a bit. After all, her view on the witch’s uses for cookies was the whole reason she had become who she was. But now, her initial plans for Earthbread seemed to have a small flaw in it. Unprepared for this extra factor in her equation

Leaving the area before she got any more hooked onto the ongoing scene, Dark Enchantress Cookie planned to order her subordinates to come visit in this place frequently… and to inform her all they find out about you specifically.

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With sightings of the cookies of darkness having been reported around this area, Gingerbrave had decided to come check this place out, trying to find out what the COD’s plans in this area were.

What he didn’t expect to run into however, was the lair of a witch! His mind already bringing him flashbacks of his very first living moments, he felt tempted to just run away instantly, and yet, something in his mind kept telling him to explore this new landmark. The vibe he got from this place was… unexpected, for lack of a better word.

Imagine his surprise when, instead of seeing the worst kind of cookie torture devices or other scariest stuff that he could think of, the first thing he saw was a small village full of many cookies who were all excitedly discussing something! He was too far to hear them properly, but judging from all the chatter, it was clear they were all discussing about the same thing.

Deciding to keep exploring, he’d carry on sneaking, now laying his eyes upon every nook and cranny of his surroundings, until he jumped in surprised at the sudden loud voice:

“GOOD MORNING, COMPETITORS! WHO’S READY FOR THE NEXT RACE?!”

Peeking out of cover, Gingerbrave’s eyes widened as he took in the view. Many of the cookies from the small resting village were all lining up to the race track, all cheering and looking up at the witch that had announced the start of the race.

Once it began, his eyes almost sparkled when he saw it all. All the cookies running, looking like they were having the time of their lives, and the loud cheers you were giving towards the racing cookies, it almost made him feel a bit sad and jealous that he wasn’t a part of it…

Too distracted by the ongoing event, Gingerbrave accidentally knocked into a book that fell down in front of him and opened. Curious by your handwriting on it, he skimmed a few pages and realised that this book recorded all the races you had ever had… you’ve been doing this for a long time! And he and the rest of his fellow cookies of Earthbread weren’t aware of you? The very first nice witch in probably forever?

Beginning to see this place in a new light, he began coming up with a plan to tell his friends about this new discovery… and possibly to sneak into your lair again and maybe try to disguise as your racer cookies too… all for the chance of getting to participate in on the fun, and receiving your wonderful cheers too…

Now you have two groups of cookies sneaking into your races, trying to blend themselves in as a part of the cookies you baked. They were all confident you wouldn’t notice the difference.

You did.

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #cr kingdom #cookie run x reader #cookie run x you #gingerbrave #dark enchantress cookie #crk #crk x reader

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onewmin · 8 months

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crazier for you | dk

Pairing: husband!Lee Seokmin x wife!reader

Summary: While getting ready to your husband's work gala, you get startled by how amazingly he looks in a suit.

Word count: 2289

Warnings: MINORS DNI, AU, smut, mentions of suggestive actions, fingering, a lot of sexual tension, kissing, the over-using of the word "baby", dirty talk (kinda), profanity, mentions of alcohol consumption, overall, just couple things; typos

Author's note: welp... Hope you enjoy it! Tell me what you think <3

Disclaimer: the names and appearances of real people are taken for inspiration purposes only. All characters appearing in this work are fictious.

A black silky dress was almost flowing on your body, hugging your waist and chest and covering your legs to a little-below your knees. Loose waves of hair were falling on your bare shoulders, covering a small tattoo on your collarbone. You looked too good to be true, even to yourself.

Taking the necklace from the table, you called for your husband’s name. He was supposed to be in the opposite part of the house, but appeared as if from the thin air, and came up behind you in the mirror.

“Help me?” You asked, a small smile plastered on your lips. He reciprocated with his own, putting the cold silver on your neck. While he was fiddling with the lock, you carefully observed him in the mirror: a grey three-piece suit flattered him to no end, making him look even more desirable than ever. It’s not like you had a thing for men in suits, it was quite the opposite, to be honest; but whenever Seokmin put on a suit or a tuxedo, it made you almost drool while looking at him.

Seokmin has always been the ideal man to you: since the moment you met at university and throughout your whole, ten year old relationship. From the sweet nerdy guy with foamed glasses on a winter day, who helped you with your homework in the library, to the man in a suit you were looking at right now - he had always made you feel this sugary tingling in your lower stomach, no matter what he did or said. Even after ten years, you still wanted to push your husband onto the bed and ride him till you legs were limp and mind blank.

And now, when he was wearing this tremendously fitting his body suit, which hugged his waist and thighs just how you liked it? There was nothing in your head but the image of him sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed, as you were kneeling in front of him.

“Enjoying the view?” He whispered into your ear after wrapping his arms around your waist. You slightly nodded, resting your heads on his shoulder.

“You look perfect”, your words came out with a ragged gasp when your eyes met his. His lips curved into a smile before he leaned in to leave a small kiss on your nose.

“I’m afraid we won’t make to the party if I kiss you”, he murmured, having his arms tighten around your waist. “I’m barely able to think of anything but taking this dress off of you”.

You laughed. Seokmin was the one to always lighten up your mood, no matter how sad your day could be. Now, though, you could only imagine making out with your husband in this suit.

“Let’s stay home then”, you said, turning around and taking his hands in yours, “you can take this dress off me as much as you want”. Seokmin’s eyes slowly drifted from your face to your chest to your legs as he drew his lower lip between his teeth. Almost there, you thought, almost there, Seokmin. Accidentally (of course) the strap of your dress fell from your shoulder, and you flipped your hair, exposing your collarbone. A ragged sigh left Seokmin’s lips as he gawked at you.

“That’s not fair”, he uttered, while running his fingers on your bare shoulder. “You know we can’t…” He gulped, when you left a kiss on his jaw – one of the sensitive spots of his. “We can’t miss this gala, baby”. The hesitation in his voice was so obvious that you couldn’t ignore it – in fact, you were prone to play him like an instrument, just to make the two of you stay at home. You hummed in response, hands already roaming around his body, taking his jacket off. As you left open-mouthed kisses on your husband’s neck, he slowly melted into your touch, fingers gripping the flesh of your butt.

“Please”, you whispered into his skin, “I want you, baby”. He cupped your cheeks to pull you in a heated kiss, lips messily colliding in a spur of a moment. He drew you in closer, grabbing your waist and ass, when you palmed him through his dress pants. Both of you whimpered under the touch of each other, his lips leaving yours to suck on the sensitive skin under your ear. Grabbing the small of his neck, you felt his bulge too close to your covered core, and rubbed against him, begging for more friction.

“Shit, baby”, he muttered while leaving kisses all over your neck and shoulders, “you’re driving me crazy”. And as you were ready to answer him, the phone in his pocket started buzzing.

“Don’t answer”, you whispered, trying to distract him with kissing. Seokmin shook his head playfully but didn’t fall into your trap. Taking the phone from the pocket of the pants, he had one arm firmly wrapped around your waist, keeping your most aroused part close to his.

“Mr. Park?” The name of his boss made you roll your eyes. Noticing that, Seokmin raised his eyebrows and smacked your butt, catching your yelp with a small kiss. “Yes, we’re on our way, sir. We’ll be there”, he looked at the time on his phone, “in twenty minutes”. When he hung the phone, you let out a frustrated sigh; Seokmin slapped your ass one more time and grabbed a handful of it, making you squeak and cling to his shoulders.

“Be a good girl for a moment”, he breathed in between kissing your lips, “and I’ll fuck you the way you like it”, another kiss, “when we come back home”. You bit your lower lip and gave him a shameless look.

“Not possible you won’t fuck me the way I like it, even if I’m not good”. You muttered, kissing him one more time.

He chuckled. “Fair enough”.

Only now you noticed beige lipstick marks all over his lips and neck. “Shit, babe”, you observed him carefully, “you need to wash it off”. And when he rushed to the bathroom, you ran to your makeup table to grab your lip kit and some wet wipes. Seokmin was a super careful driver, so you didn’t worry your makeup would get messed up if you ever did it in the car on the way to work. And you did it almost every day.

In a couple of minutes, the two of you left your house and got in the car; Seokmin was offered to have a car sent for you and him, but, as your husband was trying to cut off alcohol, he politely refused. Driving wasn’t really an excuse not to drink (you could always call for the designated driver); however, Seokmin had always said that only him and his wife could drive their car. Well, his friends were allowed too; in the end, there were thirteen people who could, but all of them were to get drunk tonight, so there wasn’t much of a choice. “Good for us”, Seokmin said several hours ago.

The roads were pretty empty, as the party was set not earlier than eight P.M. You started applying the lipstick on your lips once again, and Seokmin’s driving got even more cautious – as not to ruin your makeup. When you were done, it was still around ten minutes till you reached the company’s building. What else was there to do but not to bring your full attention to your mesmerizingly beautiful husband? Leaning into the seat, you were peering at him; it wasn’t out of the ordinary, and he was quite used to you admiring him, but still, even after being married for five years, he couldn’t help but blush every time you did that. The moment now wasn’t any different – you noticed his cheeks turn rosy and a small smile appear on his face. You eyes slowly moved from his face to his hands gripping the wheel, turning and tapping it every time you were at the red light. His hands, that not even half an hour ago were grabbing your butt; his fingers that were playing with the hem of your panties, drawing circles on your thighs, awfully close to your aching heat. You could only imagine what would have happened if you stayed at home. His fingers would have reached your closeted core, leaving lingering touches everywhere but where you needed him the most; his lips would have met yours in a hungry kiss when his hands would have finally taken your panties off. And then he would have drawn terribly slow circles on your clit, while whispering what a good girl you were…

You clenched your thighs, thinking about a possible scenario that slipped through your fingers. You could feel how damp your panties were, so you immediately adjusted your dress, so that there wouldn’t be a wet spot on the back of it. Noticing all your movements, Seokmin’s brows snapped together.

“What are you doing?” He asked, eyes now drifting from the road to you.

“Nothing”. Your voice sounded so weak that you almost hit yourself. Could’ve acted better for once.

Your husband drove the car into the tunnel and then to the company’s underground parking lot. His designated space was waiting for the two of you – as everyone else had already arrived – and Seokmin gave you another look after stopping the car.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He leaned in, leaving a peck on your forehead. “Are you feelin’ fine?”

You nodded, trying to adjust your dress once again; only now you were as successful as before, as it scooped right to your thighs, exposing your black lace panties. Seokmin smirked. Ugh, of course he would.

“Not the safest dress, huh?” He commented, helping you put it over your legs again. But then he noticed it was lifted so much that the back of it wasn’t even covering your ass. You were sitting on your bare butt. The dick in his pants, that had just calmed down from your previous shenanigans, started to feel too big in his tight pants.

“What were you doing?” He whispered, one his hands resting on your thigh. You mewled, when the intense eye contact with your husband was followed by him finally touching you through your panties. “Shit, baby”, he panted too close to your lips, “you’re so wet. What happened?”

“You”, you whined, grabbing his wrist, “you, baby. Please”, you hand was firmly pressing his into your pussy, “please”.

A playful smirk adorned his face as he crushed his lips on yours, the hand of his pushing the fabric away from the part that needed him the most. “If I’d known you’d be this needy”, you felt his thumb pressing onto your clit, “I’d cancel everything in advance”. The words were followed by his fingers stroking your folds, one of them slipping inside you.

“Oh, fuck”, you breathed as the slow movements of his thumb on your clit started getting faster. “Baby, please, please”, you moaned, hands gripping his shoulders. Inserting another finger into your core, he let out a whimper, as his head fell on your shoulder.

“Fuck, I love you so much”, he whispered, fingers pumping in and out of you. A ragged sigh left your lips in response as you started rubbing your clit to reach the desired climax. Seokmin brushed your hand off, replacing your fingers with his thumb again. “I wanna make you feel good”, he crooned, mouth sucking in the sensitive spot on your neck, definitely leaving a mark. “I’d fuck you every minute of the day if I could”, you dug your nails in the small of his neck as he encircled your clit quicker with every move of his.

You mewled again, hand grabbing his wrist again in a desperate attempt to run away from his ruthless movements. You felt him smiling into your skin as he left another kiss on your neck and pressed his lips firmly to yours, catching your moans.

“Baby, I’m – uh! Shit!” You arched your back, unable to form a sentence when his teeth sank in your lower lip. “Baby, I’m-I’m, mmmh, God”, you moaned, as the Earth started spinning faster, “I’m gon-gonna come- “

Seokmin growled into your lips. “Come, baby”, he whispered, as every touch of his left a trail of fire on your body, “my perfect girl, shit, come for me, my good fuckin’ girl, shit, baby- “

The rest of his words turned into a ringing in your ears, as your vision faded to black, and your orgasm sent shockwaves throughout your body. Seokmin was pumping his fingers in and out of you, fucking you through your release, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. The first thing you recognized after coming down from your high was “I love you”.

“I love you so much”, you panted, a smile plastering on your lips. Seokmin grinned in response, leaving a small kiss on your nose.

“Love how you always get what you want”, he muttered, drawing his fingers from your wet core. Before he could wipe them, you grabbed his hand and pulled it to your mouth.

“Baby, don’t”, he warned in a slightly worried voice, “if you do it, I won’t- “

But you didn’t listen. You ran you tongue up and down his fingers, tasting yourself on them. And as you locked eyes with Seokmin, who was watching you with a breath hitched in his throat, you wrapped your lips around his fingers, twirling your tongue around their tips, and earning a groan from your husband.

While observing your every move, he took the phone from his pocket once again. “Mr. Park?” He said in a rather raspy voice. “We’re going to run late”.

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kaulitz420 · 10 months

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STORMY WEATHER

BILL KAULITZ X READER

Summary : Your boy was just so tired and he just needed some love from his favourite girl :)).

Warnings : Basically pure fluff, playing with his hair, cuddling, small kisses, just overall tooth rotting cuteness!✰

You were sitting on the couch flipping through the different channels on the TV waiting for your boyfriend to come home to you. The storm was rough and loud and quite honestly, made you kind of worried for him to drive home in such bad weather. Sighing, you shut the TV off and made your way to the kitchen to make you and Bill some hot chocolate and tea for when he gets back to surprise him. You poured the water into the kettle and gently set it on the hot stove top to let it boil while you ran to go through the pantry to find the hot cocoa mix and the tea packets to place them on the counter.

Your thoughts were cut short as you heard the garage open loudly and you, quite actually stumbled to the door to greet him. You heard him open and close his car door roughly before hearing the crank of the garage door closing. A smile on your face as you watched him open the door to the house as his tall frame leaned inside. “Bill!” His head cocked up from leaning over and a big smile appeared on his face as he looked down at you. Your arms were outstretched towards him and he gladly accepted the hug. He fully stood up, lifting you with him and a fit of giggles left the both of your lips and echoed in the room. He gently placed you back down on your feet but kept you in the tight hug.

“I missed you so much, baby.” he whispered into your ear before pulling away just enough to give you a soft kiss on your lips. You both let go of the hug but kept a gentle hold on each others arms. You looked up at him with a soft look and a cute smile. “I missed you too, Billy.” Your face soon lit up as you heard the kettle make that high pitched sound, signalling that the water was ready. His eyebrow was cocked up, something he did rather often when he was confused. “Oh! I was making us some tea, would you like some?” You questioned. He grinned as he looked down at you. “I’d love some, thank you sweetheart.” You nodded up at him with a big grin, holding his hand with your fingers intertwined and you both made your way to the kitchen and poured your drinks. Adding your desired amount of chocolate mix, and his desired amount of tea bags.

You soon found yourself laying in your shared bed with Bill resting his head on your chest, slightly buried in your neck as he explained what happened throughout his day. You were rubbing small circles with your thumbs on his shoulders and back before you took your hands off of him. He stopped talking and whined at the loss of contact, about to beg you to continue before he felt your hands run through his hair. He let out a soft sigh and relaxed into you further, his arms wrapped around you and his eyes fluttering shut. You smiled to yourself as you saw how relaxed he was and you continued to play with his hair. Running your fingers on his scalp through his black hair, playing with the small blonde streaks he had, it was just so mesmerizing. His breathing got slower, feeling a lot more weight on you, and his eyes didn’t flutter back open every once in a while, he had fallen asleep on you! With a smile on your face, your head leaned back into the pillow. With your fingers still tangled in his hair, gently pulling at it and combing it with your nails, you were lulled to sleep by the soft pitter-patter of rain outside your window, and the light snores from your boyfriend, Bill Kaulitz.

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hey!! i really hoped you enjoyed, even though it’s so short!!😭 i’ve like never really posted on here before, let alone a story. i do take requests! i can write any kind of genre too, even smut.🤭🤭 but i will have my inbox open and if you’d like i can make a post about what i write for and if you need it i can make a master-list. please bare with me during this, i haven’t figured out this app all too well yet.

#bill kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel #bill kaulitz #fluff #weather #2000s #bill kaulitz imagines

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mermaidgirl30 · 4 months

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✨Dancing With Fire Part 3: Eyes on me, Darlin’ ✨

A/N: I am soooo excited for you guys to read this one, it was a beast of a chapter to write. It’s got everything from angst to tension to feelings and lots of smut. Screaming at how protective he is 🥰 Happy reading!

- Summary: The time he takes you home

- Word Count: 17.1k

- Tags: No outbreak, protective Joel, angst, fingering, oral, cream pie, abusive dance partner, tension, longing, porn with plot, smut, dom! Joel (reader mid 20’s, Joel in his early 40’s) Joel x you, No use Y/N, Joel x reader, Joel x fem! reader

- Rating: Explicit (18+ Only MDNI)

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Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The next few days were busy as opening night was creeping up. Only a couple weeks left to get ready for the biggest night of your life. Carlotta was hounding you like usual, but you were used to it. You still were having problems getting regular breaks, but at least Joel made sure your lunches didn’t get trashed.

Every time you were on stage you could feel Joel’s eyes on you. That simmering, smoldering stare that could make your skin burn with heat. And occasionally you’d find those dark brown eyes in the middle of a routine, making you nearly miss a beat or throw you off balance. His gaze was that intense. That strong. He might as well have lit a match and put the flame to the test because you would’ve burned alive in the first second.

Sometimes you didn’t even see him. Didn’t know where he was, but you could feel him in the theater. Watching, waiting till he could get a moment alone with you again. And you wanted that. Needed his lips on yours like the hungry desperate desire that was feeding on your insides. You wanted him. And you’d find a way to have him.

It was Thursday now. One more day till you could have a much needed two day rest break. Your feet felt like you were walking on knives with every move you made in your pointe shoes. Just another nuisance that came with the territory of being a professional dancer. Your body always hurt, no matter the day.

You were backstage fixing your laces on your pointe shoes before it was time to go back out on stage for your next routine. Pierre was slinking around the corner just staring at you. He had a smirk on his face like he was about to say something sarcastic to you. You internally groaned at the thought.

You looked up and glared at him, giving your best go to hell look you could manage. “What?” you barked at him.

“You and the maintenance man, huh? Cute. What do you see in that old guy anyways?” he asked as a casual laugh left his mouth.

“Easy. He’s not you,” you scowled.

“What would Carlotta think if she knew one of her best dancers is screwing the help? Bet she’d kick you out of the show.” He raised a blonde eyebrow and smirked down at you, taunting you to react.

You stood up so fast that your head spun. You balled your fists and walked right up to him, narrowing your eyes into tiny slits as you tried to control the anger that was coursing through you. “You wouldn’t dare. And he’s not the help, you prick!” you said with a raised voice.

He only laughed at your reaction. “Oh, I would though, little swan. I would. Unless you do something for me in return,” he said with a sly smile.

“Are you trying to black mail me?” Your voice was so quiet that you could barely hear it in the small vicinity you were standing in.

“Kinda seems like it doesn’t it? Little swan.” He reached out to graze your cheek and you stepped back out of his grasp, sickened by the action.

“And don’t you dare go running to him about this. I’ll get him fired before the day’s even over.” He gave you another evil smirk and grazed your hand before you pushed him away.

“Fired for what? He didn’t do anything!”

“For putting his hands on me,” he said with bared teeth.

“That’s because you hit me! So if you even try anything I will come forward and tell Carlotta exactly what happened. And it’ll be you that’ll be fired from the show!” You were furious, anger slipping off you like hot lava, wanting to push him over a cliff and watch him fall to his death.

“Better be careful how you talk to me, little swan. Watch your back,” he warned.

“No, you watch your back!” you screamed, trying to keep your voice quiet.

He smirked before turning on his heel, leaving you standing in a pool of panic and anger. Black mail? Was he a fucking psycho? There was no way you were going to put up with his shit anymore. That’s it, you were going to Carlotta.

You stormed out and descended the wooden steps to get to the audience, right where Carlotta was. There she was in her bright red dress suit with her red lipstick on and her hair in a tight bun, looking at her calendar on her phone.

“Carlotta, we need to talk about Pierre,” you stated adamantly.

She turned to you with a tight smile. “What about him, dear?” she said in a sing-song voice.

“He’s not nice. He pushed me down and slapped me in the face the other night while we were practicing,” you said frantically.

“Oh, dear. I’m sure it was an accident. Pierre wouldn’t…”

You stopped her in a flash. “But he would, he did!” you yelled with wild eyes ablaze.

“That’s enough now. Darling, just relax. I know Pierre. He’s a sweet boy. He wouldn’t hurt a fly,” she said nonchalantly.

“But he…”

“Stop. I don’t want to hear anymore. Just get ready for Act Two. You’ve got 30 minutes before you’re up. Just go get some water and stop being so uptight.” She shooed you off and ignored every concern you had with Pierre.

Why the fuck did she never care when something was actually wrong with her dancers? Did she have no awareness for anyone but herself?! Tears pulled at the backs of your eyes and there was only one person you could go to who would believe you. Joel.

You ran as fast as your feet could carry you through the auditorium wood floors, making your way through the double doors as you barged through, hearing them shut behind you with a loud bang. Joel’s office was just a few doors down. You hoped he was in there because you needed him right now. More than you ever needed anyone in your life.

It was all too much. The weight of your role for this ballet, the way Carlotta never seemed to put your needs first or believe anything you said, and the way Pierre excessively hounded you day after day. He had calmed down after that intervention with Joel, but he slowly started getting under your skin again. Mocking and terrorizing you, trying to make you do things you didn’t want to do.

You just wanted to leave, to run away. You wanted out and now. But you know you couldn’t. You signed a contract that you couldn’t break. You were signed on for two months at the least. That meant no escaping till the run of the show was over. You were living in hell, and the devil had caught you himself.

You came upon Joel’s large office and knocked as your knuckles rapped against the heavy door. You could feel the panic flow through you, feel every nerve ending in your body start to burst. You were about to knock again, but before you could the door opened wide. And there stood Joel in his large, broad stature.

“Oh hey there, sunshine. Didn’t expect to see…”

He stopped mid sentence when he saw your face. Taking in your deep breaths and your watering eyes. You were trying your best to keep your composure, but the worried look that was showing on his face made it harder to hold in.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked with a serious gaze, his eyes turning that warm honey color when he was focusing on something intently. “Talk to me.”

You tried to speak but no words came out. Instead you broke down like the mess you were. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You let your tears fall like a flood down your face as you crashed into his body, wrapping your arms around him tightly.

He quickly wrapped you in his strong embrace and led you over to his office chair. He sat down and picked you up in his lap as he kept you enveloped in his arms where it was warm and safe. Where you felt most at home.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he cooed as he ran a hand up and down your back soothingly. “Wanna tell me what happened?”

You looked up into his warm face as another tear fell from your eyes. He quickly caught it with his thumb and wiped it away, making your heart melt at how gentle he was being with you. You swallowed anymore tears that were threatening to spill and choked on your own voice.

“P…Pierre tried to threaten me. S…saying he’d get you fired if I didn’t give him what he wanted. And…and I tried telling Carlotta that Pierre hit me the other day, and she didn’t believe me and basically told me I was exaggerating. And…and…” More tears spilled down your face as you became a blubbering mess again.

“He did WHAT?” he screamed as his deep, angry voice carried around the closed office, watching as his pupils expanded and his nostrils flared. “Did he hit you again? I swear to God if he hit you I’m gonna…”

“No, he didn’t hit me again,” you expressed hurriedly.

“Where is he? I’m gonna wring his neck, that fucker is dead,” he growled. He tried to get up, but you stopped him as you put a hand on his chest.

“No, don’t. That’ll only make things worse,” you said sadly.

Joel sighed and clenched his jaw. “If I see him again I’m gonna teach him how to fucking respect a woman. How dare he try to threaten what’s not his to take,” he growled as he bared his teeth, sending chills down your body.

Not his to take? Was he insinuating that maybe you were his now? Joel’s? The thought made your heart skip a beat.

He was so protective, so fucking strong as his biceps flexed under his plaid shirt. Making you desperate for his touch as he placed a hand softly against your cheek, brushing away more tears that fell. All you could do was cling to his shirt as you held him tight, making sure he didn’t slip through your grasp.

“You wanna get out of here? I can take you home. Can take you away from this fucked up place,” he said gently, moving his fingers slowly over your jaw, easing you from all your anxiety.

You shook your head sadly. “I can’t…I still have Act Two to go through today…”

“You know you don’t have to do this. You can leave. You can get out of here, go somewhere else. Anywhere else,” he said adamantly, staring at you with those dark eyes as they took over you completely, captivating all your senses.

“I signed a contract. I have to do it…” you said with a small voice as you lowered your eyes.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath. And then you sat in silence for a minute, not able to use your words. He must’ve noticed the tension in your posture because he gently laid a hand across the small of your back.

“Hey,” he said quietly as he lifted your chin to meet his coffee colored eyes. He looked so worried, so somber as he spoke to you. “You say the word and I’ll fucking destroy Pierre. If Carlotta doesn’t listen to you then I’ll go talk to her myself. And I won’t be so nice about it. I’ll go to a higher up if I have to. I’ll do whatever I have to do to protect you.”

Oh.

He really cared what happened to you. And your heart was bursting at the seams because of it. Your protector. Your savior. Your knight in shining armor.

“I know you will,” you said as you smiled at him and put a hand on his cheek, feeling that roughness from his salt and pepper beard. You could’ve stayed there all day in his embrace, running your fingers through his scruff, feeling his warmness that overwhelmed your senses.

“I have to go back. They’ll be looking for me,” you sighed as you painfully pulled out of his embrace and stood up on shaky legs. He put a hand around your waist to steady you as he stood up and kept you in place for a few seconds longer.

“You be careful, sweetheart. Don’t let ‘em force you to do anything you don’t want to. And don’t you dare let that fucker talk you into doing anything with him. I wasn’t kidding. I’ll break his fucking jaw with no hesitation if he tries anything else,” he said with flared nostrils.

“I’ll be careful. Promise. I just don’t want you getting in trouble for any of this if Pierre tried something again” you whispered.

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. You’re the one I’m worried about.”

You gave him a small nod and a tight smile. Before you turned to walk out of his office, he caught your wrist as it stopped any movement from you. You slowly turned to look back into those burning eyes.

“I’ll be out there in the auditorium watching. For the rest of the day. I’m gonna make sure you’re alright. I’ll be right there if you need me, darlin’. Nothing is gonna happen to you while I’m around, I can promise you that.”

You held back a tear as you gave him a gentle smile. Trying your best not to run to him and sink into his arms again. Because if you did then nobody could pry you away from those impenetrable arms. They’d have to drag you out screaming.

He grazed your cheek once more before you bit your lip and walked out of his office with your head held high, with Joel right on your tail. Before you passed through the main auditorium doors, you looked back once more to glance at him. Your savior in disguise.

“Go show ‘em what you’re made of, sunshine,” he said with that low southern voice that made your insides shiver. You nodded in his direction and then pulled the doors open, stepping into that wide, uncomfortable room.

“Ahh there you are, come on! You’re up. Get in place,” she commanded as she pointed to your starting position.

You slowly made your way to the stage, taking your sweet time as you dragged your hand across the red velvet walls, grounding yourself back to the show, back to your prison cell as you climbed the steep steps and got into position.

As you waited for the music to play, you looked up and saw Joel in the shadows of an opera box. He was leaning against the wall and crossing his arms tightly as he stared down at the stage, at you. Something shifted inside you then when you saw that brooding face and clenched jaw look right through you.

You almost missed the start of your routine because you were so focused on the smouldering man that lit a fire inside you. You tried your best to keep him out of your mind when you went through the routine, but you couldn’t. He was stuck like glue. Something you couldn’t get rid of.

He stayed in the same spot for the rest of practice. Watching like a prowling tiger about to pounce on their prey if he saw anything go wrong. And when Pierre was on stage he glared so hard at him that you thought he might turn into the Hulk himself. He was livid, enraged at the fiend on the stage with you. And when he got his chance he’d tear him in half and rip him to shreds. And that made you feel things that scared you. Things you didn’t want to come to the surface. But it was too late. You had already fallen into the tiger’s trap. You were ready to be eaten alive by the man with dark eyes. Needing to be devoured completely.

Friday came in the blink of an eye. You thought it couldn’t get any worse than yesterday, but it could. And it did. Carlotta was like an uncontrolled, emaciated dog. Constantly barking orders at all the dancers, but more importantly she chewed you out the most. Her most prized possession, the star of the show. The swan.

She was running you through the show three times today. Saying how you needed to make up for having two days off on the weekend. She was fucking nuts. Three times in a row without many rest breaks and no long lunch break was insane. You tried to state your concern on the matter, but she’d hear none of it. And Pierre would be standing there giving you that stupid smirk that you wanted to slap off his face.

Trying to negotiate with Carlotta was useless. You felt hopeless. Felt like a prisoner inside these walls with your feet chained to the stage and your vocal cords cut tautly so no one could hear your pleading screams that were being silenced before you could even speak. You were in your own personal hell and you were begging for someone to come save you.

“Alright, take it from the top! Swan, come to the front of the stage and get in position. I want you to do the last dance of Act One again,” Carlotta commanded as she pointed her sharp red claws at the middle of the stage.

“Can we please take a ten minute rest break? I need some water and…”

She silenced you as she did a ziplock motion across her plump injected lips. “Zip. From the top. You’re fine,” she reassured.

You puffed out your bottom lip and held back tears as you fought teeth and nails to drag your feet to your starting position. Pierre watched closely from the side as a big smile encased his face, his beady eyes tearing into your skin like he was stripping you of your soul.

You quickly pulled your eyes away from him and focused on your breathing as you tried to slow down your racing heart. You did what you usually did before you started a routine. Your eyes gazed up as you scanned the opera boxes, going over each one carefully, looking for a certain brooding, protective man. But you didn’t see him anywhere.

Shit.

Where was he? You needed him more than ever in this moment. If he was in here he’d probably tear Carlotta to shreds and threaten to report her for abuse of her dancers. Not that it would do any good, but you knew he’d try. And for that you couldn’t ask anything else.

You sighed disappointingly and focused back on your starting position, getting into second position gradually. The graceful music started up and so did your body. You focused on making your legs long and your arms sharp, forcing a fake smile to appear on your face. You felt no joy in your dancing today, so it just felt like monotonous clockwork. Strangled and repeated in the worst possible way.

“Bigger smile, chin up! Tighter spins. Come on, swan, show us passion!” Carlotta screamed from the audience.

You were gritting your teeth with every turn you took, your feet feeling like you were walking on sharp glass. Every extension of your arms felt like a heavy weight that was dragging you down to the floor. You were so tired, so famished after burning off all your calories from your scrambled egg breakfast. Nothing to satisfy your body’s aching need to just rest. It was too much, this was too much.

“More feeling, give me more delicate swan! Feel the desire of breaking free from your swan form!” Carlotta barked from the front of the room, making you want to absolutely lose it because you were giving everything you had to this blasted role. A role you were so excited to play until it was her that would be instructing the whole goddamn ballet.

As you spun across the stage you could feel your body start to rock off balance, feel the room start to spin as your head was caving in on itself. Black dots started to form in your vision, and you knew this feeling all too well. You were about to pass out, and there was no soft pillow to catch you if you hit the hardwood floor.

You finished the spin sequence and went into your next move, trying to shake the dizzy spell you were under. The music started to go in and out as your ears started to betray you. Your vision was blurry, and you couldn’t see where the end of the stage was anymore. You tried to choke out a plea from your lips, but no voice came from within.

The room was getting hot as a flash of warmth spread from your head, down your torso, past your thighs, and all the way to your toes. It was like you were hit with lightning as a wave of nausea took over your senses. You tried to lift your hands in front of your face to block out the blinding lights from above, but it was no use. You couldn’t see the shape of your hands any longer, couldn’t feel the tingling sensations in your fingertips anymore. And then your world went dark. You hit the floor so hard that it knocked the wind out of you as searing pain took over your head. And then you went cold, your world fading away as it all turned to black.

The last thing you remembered was a silent cry to the man with the dark eyes.

Joel. Save me…

A few minutes passed and you could hear the far off distant voices of arguing. Could feel the strong arms of someone holding your body in their arms. Could sense the desperate, needy attempt to see if you were okay. You still couldn’t open your eyes, but you knew it from the moment you felt his arms.

It was Joel. He was here. And now he was coming to your rescue, just like always.

You could hear the distinct shouts in the auditorium now. Could feel just how angry Joel was while Carlotta could care less.

“See, this is what happens when you push your dancers too far. This is what happens when they’re not getting the proper care!” Joel shouted with gritted teeth, his voice like a grizzly bear about to take out a victim in its vicinity.

“She’ll be fine. My dancers are tough. They can take it,” she said with a careless, nonchalant voice.

You could feel just how livid Joel was. Could feel the heat coming off his body, could picture how he looked right at this moment. You were so close to coming up to the surface, but you were still lost to the darkness. Only able to hear the voices swirling around you.

“You’re going to put her in the goddamn hospital if you keep pushing her!” Joel growled angrily. You’d never heard him this mad before. It was almost paralyzing how powerful the man really was.

“She’ll be fine. Just give her a few minutes to rest and she can finish her routine. I have faith,” she said proudly.

“She won’t be dancing anymore today, period! She could have a concussion for Christ’s sake! Did you not hear how hard she hit the floor? I heard it clear out in the lobby. Where’s the nurse at? I know you have one on staff,” he roared, sending a clear echo through the vacant auditorium.

“The nurse is off today,” she said dismissively.

“That’s jus’ great,” he spit out with a vexed tone. “Well, I’ll fucking make sure she’s okay then since no one else seems to care!” he growled.

You could hear Carlotta huff at his statement like she was being bothered by his and your presence. You might as well have been a walking ghost if you’d never met Joel. Hell, you might’ve already been dead. He’d saved you more ways than one. And for that you were eternally grateful.

You started to slowly wake up and come up out of the dark waves as you pulled yourself free from the petrifying, soundless darkness. You started to stir and move your legs just slightly, barely grazing your hand over Joel’s chest as you turned to the right where he was at.

You slowly opened your eyes and blinked at the blinding lights that were above you, until Joel moved to where his hands were on your shoulders and his face was looming over yours. Your focus was clear again as his worried features casted over you.

“Hey, sunshine. You’re awake,” he said quietly as he affectionately grazed his fingers across your cheek, soothing all your troubles with just his warm touch.

“You had quite a fall a few minutes ago. Scared the shit out of me. I didn’t know if you’d wake up again. Are you alright? Your head? Tell me what hurts, tell me how I can fix it,” he said adamantly, looking at you with those coffee colored brown eyes. The ones that you wanted to drink up and bask in.

You scrunched your face as you pointed to the back of your head. “My head. That’s where it hurts the most,” you said weakly.

He gently put a hand on the back of your head and rubbed light circles across your sore skull. You winced when he hit a particularly tender area. “Ouch,” you cried out quietly.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Didn’t mean to make it hurt more. Gonna do a little test on ya. See if you have a concussion or not.” He slid one arm out and put a hand in front of your face. “How many fingers am I holdin’ up?”

You concentrated on his rough fingers as he held his hand in front of the bleeding light. You squinted and tried your best to make out the fingers. It was a little blurry at first, but your eyes settled in and cleared up after a moment.

“Four,” you answered unsure of yourself.

“That’s it. Let’s try a few more times now. Make sure you’re alright.” He held up different fingers three more times until you answered every one of them right. He was pleased and nodded his head.

“Think you’ll be okay, sunshine. Now, let’s get you up off this cold floor, and I’ll take ya home. No more dancing today,” he said as he carefully picked you up and cradled you in his strong arms.

“Just where do you think you’re taking her?” Carlotta asked as she stood up from her chair and came to the front of the stage with her hands on her narrow hips.

“She’s going home to rest,” Joel said sternly with bared teeth.

“She is needed on the dance floor.”

“She is needed to be tended to!” he growled out, his deep voice echoing around the now silent room.

Carlotta’s bright eyes went wide as her jaw dropped and then closed, not having anything else to say. She pursed her lips and turned off the stage, having no other fight in her words. Joel took that as a win and headed off the stage with you in his arms, tucked snuggly into his side. Where you wanted to stay for as long as possible.

“You have a bag here you need?” he asked as he walked behind the crimson curtain.

“A bag? For what?” you asked as your eyes looked up to meet his.

“I’m takin’ you back home with me.”

Oh.

“Nobody else seems the least bit concerned for your well being, so I’ll fucking make sure you’re taken care of tonight,” he said with a sharp scowl on his face as his jaw clenched into a tight fist.

Your jaw dropped at the sentiment. Joel was taking you back home? To his place? Holy…

You shook yourself from the trance-like state you were in and nodded. “Yeah, I have a bag in my dressing room I could take,” you said hurriedly.

“Need anything else back at your place?” he asked with a raised brow.

“No, I have everything I need in my bag,” you stated. He nodded and headed back to your dressing room to retrieve your bag. Thankfully you always kept a change of normal clothes and toiletry items in case something like this were to happen. You were grateful for it because you didn’t want to go back home. You just wanted to get to Joel’s. As fast as possible.

When you entered into the small, lavish dressing room you pointed out your pink gym bag, and he hoisted it over his shoulder, keeping you wrapped against his chest. Then he started walking out of the theater as you passed the staring, whispering crowd. You didn’t care. You’d let them whisper, say what they wanted. You didn’t give a fuck anymore. All you cared about was the man that held you tightly in his arms.

As soon as you stepped through the theater doors, the air was chilly as November hung in the air. The street was alight with evening traffic, and the trees were blowing in the howling wind. You could see a storm was on the horizon as the puffy grey clouds hung low in the air. And you could smell rain. You were in tune with stormy weather since you came from Florida. It was like a sixth sense, if that’s what you’d call it.

The frigid air was giving you goosebumps across your bare arms, and you started to shake from the coldness of the evening. Joel noticed immediately and shielded you as much as he could with his thick arms.

“My place is jus’ about a ten minute walk from here. You want my plaid shirt?” he asked as he kept briskly walking down the busy street, careful not to bump into anyone.

You thought about what it would be like to have his warm, green plaid shirt on. Imagined how it must smell just like him. With that faint scent of pine cones and mint and just a hint of mahogany. The perfect combination to make you get lost in a scent like that. Of him.

You shook your head, not wanting him to be left cold. “No, I think I’m warm enough. Just hold me a little tighter and I think I’ll be fine,” you said with a nervous smile.

He smiled gently down at you and laughed. “You got it, sunshine.” With that he pulled you as tight to him as you could get at the moment, and you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, smelling that intoxicating scent of his that made you dizzy.

“You know I can walk, right?” you said with a laugh as you watched people pass you by as you made your way further down the street, closer to his place.

“Does your head still hurt?” he asked as he gazed down at you, scanning your face.

“A little,” you said honestly, rubbing the back of your head, right where that sensitive spot was.

“Then I’m not putting you down till we get to the house. I’ll put you down when we get there. Where I can make sure you can walk without my assistance,” he said with finality.

“Fair enough,” you sighed.

A few minutes passed as you focused on the scenery around you. The busy stores were lit up with people frantically shopping, the crowded sidewalks where you frequently saw a dog dragging their human around the scent filled sidewalks were packed, the orange and yellow leaves constantly blew in the stormy air, and cars were jam packed back to back in the evening flow of traffic.

Joel turned a sharp corner and walked down a main road filled with grand townhouses. He walked up to a two story classic brick townhouse and took out a key, putting it in the lock and turning it as he pushed the door open and stepped in. “Welcome to my humble abode,” he said with a fancy accent, making you laugh under your breath.

“Wow, look at this place,” you said in awe as you took in the fancy atmosphere of his place.

There was a lavish staircase to the right of the door that led to a single room upstairs. There was a small crystal chandelier covering the entryway and lighting up the way to the next room. As he led you into the living room, you saw pictures lining the walls of him and what you assumed to be his daughter Sarah.

There was a fireplace just waiting to be lit in the corner with a 70 inch flat screen above it. A large, comfy cream sectional sat in the middle of the room, and next to there was a big, open kitchen that had marble countertops and a large stove for cooking. The space was huge but also cozy at the same time. And it smelled like him. It was overwhelming, a smell you wanted to cling to yourself so you’d never forget what he smelled like. Spices, mint, mahogany. All your new favorite scents.

“Wow, this is all yours?” you asked in awe.

“All mine,” he laughed.

“And you live here alone?” you asked with raised eyebrows.

“Mostly. Sarah comes and stays some weekends or when she’s on break, but other than that it’s just me.”

“Do you ever get lonely?” you asked quietly.

Joel’s lip twitched as he looked down at you with warm caramel eyes. “Sometimes.”

He shook the question off and placed you down on the ground, getting your legs back underneath you as you let go of him. “Alright, you feel stable? You dizzy at all or anything?” he asked as he held his arms out, ready to catch you at any second.

You tested your legs out and took a couple steps. No dizziness, no wobbly legs, you were fine. “Think I’m okay,” you confirmed.

He gave you a once over to be sure, giving you an unsure look like you were just pretending to be okay.

“Joel, I’m fine. Promise,” you said with big eyes looking straight at him.

He hummed a response and nodded. “Go sit down on the couch, I’ll get you an ice pack.” He turned on his heel and headed toward the kitchen, turning on the overhead lights and digging in the freezer as you heard him shuffling things around frantically.

You made your way over to the couch and sat down, sinking into the velvety material that felt super soft on your skin. You looked around the rest of the room. There was a narrow hallway past the kitchen that looked to have a few other rooms there. Across from the couch and next to the fireplace sat a white oak door that you assumed to be a bedroom. Maybe Joel’s? There was a large coffee table next to the couch that was dark and looked vintage. A picturesque window sat on the opposite side of the couch, covered with light brown curtains that shaded the living room. A cashmere candle sat in the middle of the coffee table, and you wondered if maybe that was one of his favorite scents. Overall, the house was warm and comfortable. Much more homey than your vacant apartment across from the theater.

Joel came back over and sat on the couch with you, the ice pack secured in his hand. “How’s your head feeling? Any better?” he asked as he gently ran a hand across the back of your head, finding that one spot that was still sensitive. You winced at his touch and he apologized quickly.

“Here, put this on there for a few minutes. Should help ease the pain away.” He carefully set the ice pack against the back of your head as you sunk down and leaned back on the freezing block of ice.

“Give it 15 minutes to set in. Don’t wanna freeze you out,” he laughed lightly as he said it.

He was sitting so close to you, his outline creasing into the couch as his knee touched your thigh. His hand lightly grazed the side of your leg when he brought his hand down and you shuttered at how good his fingers felt. Even if they were just barely lingering on you. You gulped as you looked into his inviting chocolate eyes. Wanting to swim in those thick pools of warmth.

“I’m gonna make some dinner. What do you want?” His thick accent got caught on the last word, making you audibly gasp at the drawn out syllables.

“Anything,” you answered too fast.

“Hmm, anything?” he asked with a raised brow.

“I’m not picky. Pick your poison,” you stated simply.

He laughed at your response. “You like chicken, right? How about I make some chicken stir fry then? Would that be alright?”

“Sounds amazing,” you said excitedly.

“Alright, sweetheart. I’ll get started on dinner then,” he said with a small smile as he got off the couch, leaving his large imprint in the spot next to you.

Sweetheart. You loved when he called you that. It was…intimate. Maybe he didn’t mean it to be, but it was to you.

You watched him walk off to the kitchen casually, carefully getting out some pots and pans from the sanded cabinets and digging in the fridge, pulling out ingredients to make the dinner. You leaned back into the cold ice pack and closed your eyes for just a second. Taking in just where you were, trying to calm your nerves that you were in his house. Alone with him.

All of a sudden something jumped in your lap. You about lurched to a standing position until you saw what it was. A cat. Joel had a cat? He didn’t say anything about a cat. It was a long haired large cat that had the colors of a Maine Coon. A white cat with grey stripes that lined its entire body. Bright green eyes and pointy ears finished its majestic look. The cat purred at you and nuzzled your arm, wanting you to pet it.

“Oh, I forgot to mention I had a cat. That’s Tiger. He’s a rescue that showed up at my door when I moved in. Had him ever since. He’s been a pretty good cat,” he said as he rustled around the kitchen, starting the stove.

“Hi, Tiger,” you said affectionately as you stroked his back, watching him find a comfy spot on your lap as you continued stroking his soft fur.

“I think he likes you,” he said with a smile in his voice, watching the two of you closely.

“Didn’t know you were a cat person,” you said as you looked over at him with a stupid grin on your face.

“Didn’t think I was either until I took him in. Poor thing was freezing. I couldn’t just let him freeze to death, so I let him stay a couple days. Decided to keep him. Was a good choice on my part. Think it did me some good,” he said as he shook his head in disbelief.

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” you said mischievously to him.

“Guess so,” he said with a smirk on his face, making your insides queasy.

So he was caring and protective of animals too? He really was the perfect package.

You noticed you still had your pointe shoes on and your practice clothes. You were dying to get out of your tight, uncomfortable clothes. Almost suffocating you as you sat there on the couch. Joel must’ve noticed your discomfort because he said something about it.

“You alright?” he asked concerned as he made his way over to you.

“I’m fine. Just want to get out of these clothes,” you sighed.

“You want a shower? There’s a bathroom next to Sarah’s room. It’s fully stocked. You can use it if you want.”

“Umm yeah, if you don’t mind. That’d be nice,” you said as you felt sticky in your tights and too tight leotard. Your skirt barely grazing your thighs.

“I don’t mind at all. Well, c’mon. I’ll show you where it’s at,” he said as he took your ice pack and helped you up off the couch, dropping your hand all too fast as you didn’t want the contact to end. Tiger jumped out of your lap and followed you down the hall, staying close by your heels.

You followed Joel down the narrow carpeted hall, turning into a full bathroom that was decorated in lilac and pink curtains. Seashells lined the granite sink, giving it that beachy theme you loved. He set out a purple towel and washcloth for you on the sink.

“Sarah like the ocean?” you asked as your eyes scraped across the rest of the room, taking in the ocean wallpaper and the mermaid shower curtain.

“Oh yeah. Used to take her all the time when we lived in Texas. Could barely get that girl out of the water. Had to drag her out screaming.” His lips curled into a smile as a genuine laugh escaped his mouth. He looked so pretty when he smiled. Something that you wanted a picture of so you wouldn’t ever forget it. That handsome, gorgeous face.

“What about you? You like the ocean, Florida girl?” He gave you a flirtatious smirk and your cheeks burned crimson.

“Most definitely. One of my favorite places,” you said in a dream like voice, remembering long nights on the beach with friends when your hair would be filled with salt water and your swimsuit would be caked in sand.

“You miss it?” he asked quietly, searching your wondering eyes.

“The ocean? Yeah, I miss it.”

He hummed under his breath and kept his gaze on you. After a minute of quiet stares he pushed off the wall and headed for the door. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. Let me know if you need anything, and I mean anything at all.”

He ran his eyes slowly over you, making you audibly gasp. The way he said anything made your mind wonder. Made you think of how it’d feel to be skin to skin with him in the shower, running his hands down your body, spreading your legs so he could snake his way inside and light you up until you couldn’t hold in the heat anymore.

“I’ll be in the kitchen. Holler if you need me.” And with that he closed the door and left you alone with your wondering thoughts and building heat between your legs.

You leaned against the sink and looked at yourself in the mirror. Focus. Get your head out of the gutter and just get a shower.

You sat down on the edge of the bath and unlaced your pointe shoes, shoving them off your aching feet. You slowly flexed and extended your toes, holding in a sob as it felt so good to get them off your feet. A warm shower would do you some good.

You quickly stripped yourself of the tights and pulled down your practice leotard, throwing the skirt to the floor in a heap. Your whole body ached from head to toe, and you were dying to go get a massage. You needed one direly. You threw open the mermaid curtain and turned the faucet to hot, watching the water come pouring out of the shower head in a wave.

You dragged yourself over the edge and stood up, letting the hot water peel over your skin as you basked in the way it felt on your back. You groaned as it seemed to help your aching muscles and tight neck. You quickly lathered some vanilla soap on the washcloth and slowly dragged it along your neck and down your body, making its way down to your throbbing thighs. And then your mind went to dark places again. Wet, hot places.

You imagined the soft washcloth was Joel, running his hands through your silky hair, marking your neck with wet, caressing kisses, running his tongue down your body, lapping up the slick in between your legs, grabbing your thighs as his rough calloused hands lifted you up to wrap your legs around his back, sliding his fingers in between your slits, rubbing you till you couldn’t hold on anymore, pumping inside you until your body shook with pleasant desire, feeding every single need that your body craved.

You quickly moved your fingers away from inside your thighs, squeezing your legs together as you were already so close to releasing. Feeling that sick desire creep up your spine, almost to the edge of a climax.

What the fuck was wrong with you? You shouldn’t be doing this in his shower, in his house. But you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t help the way you felt like exploding fireworks when you were around him.

And that face.

Those eyes. Those goddamn brown eyes. He made you sick. Sick with desire, with need.

You were already so close so you might as well finish the job so you wouldn’t be on edge during dinner. You pushed your fingers in between your thighs and found your throbbing clit, putting just enough pressure on it that it made you want to cry out as it felt sooo good.

You were pretending it was his hands, his rough fingers finishing you off.

There ya go, sunshine. Come for me. Be a good girl now, darlin’. Let me taste you.

And then you were coming, hard. You held in a moan as you covered your mouth and let the sensation pull over you, feeling that warmth coat your thighs as you fell back against the wall, trying to keep your legs from caving in.

You stood there for a few minutes just catching your breath, coming back down from your blissful high. God, you wanted him. No, needed him. You don’t know what the fuck was wrong with you or why he had that strong of a grasp on you, but he did. And now you’d be crushed if he didn’t want you back.

But it was obvious he liked you. Very obvious. The way he stared at you in the theater, the way he took in every inch of you with his eyes. The way he was overly protective of you, the way he cared about what happened to you, the way he wanted to take care of you. He did like you. You were just gaslighting yourself to think the opposite.

You finished up in the shower, cutting off the water as silence took over the bathroom. Only the drip of the faucet could be heard. You quickly dried off and rummaged through your bag. You didn’t have much of a selection. There was a pair of yoga pants and a pair of black soffe shorts. You picked the shorts over the pants.

You slid on your lacy pink underwear and pulled up the shorts next as they clung to your curves, showing off your toned thighs. Next you clasped your bra and pulled on an oversized Nirvana shirt, almost covering the length of your shorts. You pulled on some ankle length black socks and called it good. You weren’t like the typical ballerina stereotype. You liked Rock and Roll just as much as you liked classical ballet music. You stood out amongst the other dancers and you didn’t care one bit.

You pulled your tight bun out and tousled your hair around, leaving behind thick waves as they passed your shoulders. You threw on some shiny pink lip gloss and puckered your lips together, smoothing out the gloss evenly. If this didn’t get Joel’s attention then you didn’t know what would. You took one more look at yourself in the mirror and crossed your fingers. Hoping that tonight would go well because your nerves were starting to get the best of you.

When you turned the doorknob and shut the lights off, you stepped into the hall and slowly made your way towards the kitchen. When you stepped into the light, you could see Joel focused on mixing the bowl of broccoli and chicken, flavoring it with some kind of soy sauce. He had a hand towel over his left shoulder and he looked adorable the way he was carefully mixing ingredients together. Your handsome chef hard at work.

You were leaning on the wall, so far gone admiring him from a distance that you didn’t hear him clear his throat. You jumped up and moved closer to the kitchen island, trying not to turn a shade of red.

He watched you walk over, slowly scanning his eyes down your body, landing on your thighs and lingering his brown eyes just a little too long. You were right. The shorts did get his attention. When you pulled out a bar stool and sat down his eyes gazed up to your face, taking in your long waves of hair. And then there was that look. The same look he had given you when he took you to dinner and saw you with your hair down for the first time. He looked captivated, intrigued. And you swore you saw stars in his eyes.

Did you really affect him the way that he affected you? Maybe, just maybe…

He cleared his throat again and shook himself out of a daze. “Feel a little better?” he asked casually.

“Much,” you said with a smile his way.

“Good. Glad to hear it. Dinner’s about ready. Should be done in a couple minutes,” he said as he mixed the food with the stirring utensil.

You watched the way he cooked, watched how his bulging biceps clung to his rolled up plaid shirt, watched as he took special care in making sure every ingredient was just right. It’s like he was a natural. You could watch him stir a pot all day long, and you’d probably drool while you took in every second.

“You seem like a natural. Do you cook all the time?” you asked curiously as you put your elbow on the island and leaned on it, bracing your hand under your chin.

“I didn’t actually start cooking till I had Sarah. Figured I should learn ya know? Turns out I actually kinda enjoy it. With how much I build stuff, it’s kinda like doing that. But instead of doors or floors, it’s making something delicious in the kitchen. Something I can eat. I don’t know, I kinda find it relaxing believe it or not.” He smiled as he turned to you, finding that glimmer in his caramel eyes. He was beautiful. Even the way he talked about cooking was beautiful.

Okay, he was perfect. You had found absolutely nothing wrong with him. The only question was why the hell did he pick you? Out of everyone he could’ve had, he chose you. Well, at least you hoped he did. But you were sitting in his kitchen and he was making you dinner. So of course he picked you. You just still couldn’t believe you got this lucky.

“Do you like to cook?” he asked as he cocked an eyebrow up, bringing the pan over to the middle of the kitchen island as he poured some in two glass bowls, watching the heat rise from the freshly made chicken.

“If you mean bake then absolutely. My favorite thing to make is pies. And believe it or not, I make some of the best cherry pies,” you said proudly, sitting a little taller as you spoke.

“I’ll bet you do,” he smirked. “You’ll have to make me one one of these days. Need to taste it for myself and see if it’s as delicious as you say it is,” he said with smouldering eyes, his smirk still planted on the side of his mouth.

You gulped at the suggestion, gawking up at him with what he just said. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to flirt or if he was being serious. He said taste your cherry pie. Did he mean an actual pie or was he talking about what was in between your legs? You could feel the crimson heat on the side of your cheeks start to burn. You took a swig of water to cool yourself off.

“Oh, yeah. I could totally make you a pie,” you said nonchalantly, brushing it off like he didn’t just send a wave of slick down your underwear.

“Perfect,” he beamed. “Well, dinner’s done. Go ahead and try it. See if you like it. But be careful, it might be hot,” he warned as he handed you a bowl. It smelled absolutely delicious, and you already knew it’d be amazing.

You picked up a forkful and blew on it, slowly popping it in your mouth as you chewed and swallowed the rich, savoury food. Your eyes went wide as all your taste buds hit at once. It was amazing. “Holy shit, Joel. This is delicious!” you shouted, quickly realizing you needed to calm down as you sat back in your seat.

He laughed at your response. “Glad ya like it. There’s plenty more so help yourself.”

You smiled at him and nodded, putting your focus back into the bowl. You took a few more bites, nearly halfway done with your food already. You could feel his eyes on you. Watching you calmly, enjoying the sight of you devouring his food.

You looked back up at him and he was just watching you intently, arms leaning on the other side of the kitchen island. His brown eyes were calm, collected. And they looked like straight honey, making you want to drink them down.

“You gonna join me or?” you asked, your forks twirling around a lone noodle.

“Oh, yeah. Right,” he said hurriedly as he grabbed his own bowl and joined you in the seat next to you, his knee grazing against yours as he scooted in, sending a wave of electricity down your body.

“Thank you for dinner. You really are a great cook,” you said as you took another bite full of chicken and broccoli.

“Anytime,” he answered with a small smile.

You filled up your bowl again and inhaled it slowly, feeling the pit in your stomach become full and happy. Joel took your empty bowl from you when he was finished and put it in the sink, washing the dirty dishes and putting them away in the dishwasher.

You walked over to the wall by the oak door, stopping at a picture that had to be Sarah. You grazed your fingers over the black smooth edge of the frame and looked at the smiling faces of Joel and Sarah in the picture. She had on a blue graduation gown and held the cap high above her head. She had a big smile, one that could definitely light up a room. And she had long flowing hair. She had the same smile as Joel. And you couldn’t help but crinkle your eyes at the sight.

“Is this Sarah?” you asked loudly, so Joel could hear you from the other room. You heard him close the dishwasher and come up behind you, peeking around your shoulder.

“Yep. That’s my baby girl. Just graduated from high school in that picture. She sure was excited to go off to college,” he said with a huff, a little sadness in his eyes.

“She’s pretty,” you replied, smiling over your shoulder at him.

He grinned at that. “She sure is. Had to take out the bat a couple of times senior year when some boys broke her heart.”

A faint giggle left your mouth as you could picture it now. “Of course you did. Now I see why you’re so protective. You have a daughter, it’s your natural instinct.”

“I only protect what’s mine,” he reassured.

What was his? Oh. Was he inclining that you were his? Butterflies shot through your stomach at just the thought of it. His. You liked the sound of that.

“You like wine?” he asked curiously.

“Depends what kind. Why?”

“I have some red wine in the fridge if you’d like some.”

“Oh, ummm sure. I’d love some,” you answered excitedly.

“Great. Well, why don’t you go sit down? I’ll bring over a glass for you.”

“Alright.”

You made your way back to the velvety couch and sat down, curling your legs up underneath you. The fire was lit now. Joel turned it on when you were showering. You watched the orange flames dance above the logs, enjoying the warmth the fire was giving off.

You heard the cork screw loosen from the wine bottle as Joel popped off the top, listening to the sound of the liquid splash into the glass cups. It didn’t take long for Joel to hand you a glass and join you on the couch. He sat down close to you, so close that his knee grazed against yours, sending nerves running down your spine.

Suddenly you were nervous. You were sitting in Joel’s house on his couch, drinking his wine as you basked in his presence. It was a lot to handle. He was a lot.

You took a swig of the wine as it ran down your throat. It was smooth and clean, tasting like a hint of raspberries. It was delicious. “This is really good,” you said as you took one more sip, setting it down on the coffee table.

“Glad you like it.” Joel took another sip of his and set it down next to yours. And then suddenly you didn’t know what to do with your hands. You were a nervous wreck.

“Sarah’s room is kind of a mess right now. I could always get some clean sheets on her bed, and you could sleep in there tonight. Or I could make up the couch for you. Whatever’s more comfortable and whichever you prefer.”

“Oh, the couch is fine,” you answered.

“You sure? I don’t mind,” he stated quickly.

“Yeah. I don’t want you going through all the trouble of getting her room set up. I’m sure she doesn’t exactly want me taking over her bed,” you laughed. “The couch is fine,” you confirmed.

“Alright. If you change your mind let me know.”

Joel was so nice. Always thinking of others before himself. And the way he tried to make an effort in everything he did was something you admired. He was an 11/10. The absolute perfect gentleman. A man you wanted to keep around. If he’d let you.

“How’s your head? Still hurt any?” he asked cautiously as he ran a hand through your hair, doing your best not to groan at the sensation of his fingers running down your scalp. He went over the sensitive spot, and it wasn’t so bad anymore. In fact, it felt a lot better.

“It’s not bad. Think that ice pack helped a lot and just rest helped,” you said as you leaned into his touch, not wanting his hand to move away just yet.

“Glad to hear it,” he said with his fingers still entwined in your hair. You wanted to tell him not to stop. You wanted to lean over and lay in his lap, let him gently massage your scalp till you fell asleep. He must’ve got the hint because he slowly massaged your scalp, digging his fingernails into just the right spots, making you feel so good. That turned into a groan as the noise came from deep in your throat, making you close your eyes for a few seconds as if to revel in the pure bliss of his thick fingers.

“Feel good?” he asked in a low tone, making your legs squeeze together at the mere sound of his voice.

“Mhm,” you answered back, not able to fully make a clear sentence right now. He laughed as you leaned into his touch, clearly enjoying himself as much as you were.

He finally stopped after a few minutes, slowly taking his fingers away from your hair and gently laying his hand down next to you. Right next to your thigh, carefully grazing his fingers against the bare skin, sending goosebumps from every area he touched on your outer thigh.

“Joel,” you stated quietly.

“Hmm?” he hummed out.

You turned your body to him, making his hand linger closer to the top of your thigh. “Thank you. For saving me again. If you wouldn’t have been there, I really don’t know if I’d be standing right now.”

He clenched his jaw and looked at you intently. Those warm honey eyes turning one shade darker. “‘Course, darlin’. I wasn’t gonna just leave you there. Had to get you out. They would’ve put you in the hospital if I wasn’t there to step in.” He looked so mad, seething almost. And you knew why. He hated seeing you get hurt. You could tell by the way he carried himself every time you were.

“But really, I can’t thank you enough. You’re my hero. And you saved me more times than one. For that I’m eternally grateful.” You placed a hand over his as you mouthed thank you again.

He moved his hand on top of yours and slowly traced his fingers up and down your hand, making your whole body lean into his gentle brushes to your skin. He felt electric, magnetic, so surreal.

“I’ll always be there when you need me, sunshine. Wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else,” he said slowly, looking over your features with his warm eyes.

He raised a hand and gently caressed your cheek, drawing slow circles with his thumb. You leaned into his touch, wanting to simmer in that warmth. Wanting to lose yourself in his rough but also soft hands. He was so close to you now as his other hand landed on top of your thigh, slowly grazing your skin as he was sending warmth straight to your center, feeling that growing tension in the room. The heat taking over as feelings started to envelop your mind.

“About your contract. Can you get out of it?” he asked slowly, carefully observing your face.

You shook your head no, and he asked you another one. “What if you just got up and left, didn’t go back?”

“Then I’d be blacklisted from every dance company in the US. No one would ever dare hire me again. And that’s not what I want. I want to dance, but not for Carlotta and certainly not for Pierre. This wasn’t what I was expecting for my first big dance breakthrough. But I guess I have to deal with it,” you sighed, pulling your eyes off his face and staring at the floor as a wave of sadness hit you.

“Hey, look at me.” He placed his fingers under your chin and lifted your face back up to him, leveling his eyes with yours. “I’m gonna make sure you make it through those two months. And I’m gonna try my best to get under Carlotta’s skin. Make her back off you as much as possible. And I’ll make sure Pierre keeps his filthy hands off you,” he said with a clenched jaw and narrowed eyes, seething at the mere name of those two fools.

Your eyes were watery as you looked into the warm eyes of your knight in shining armor. The one that knew just how to save you in every way. You couldn’t get enough of him. Needed him so much that now you ached for him when he wasn’t around. Which was scary in itself. You were falling hard and fast.

“Why me?” you asked quietly as your eyes searched his face, looking for a clear answer of how you got so lucky in the first place.

“Because I saw that you were drowning and I couldn’t let you sink. You were too pretty, and you’re too special not to save,” he answered gently, keeping his thumb in place as it moved carefully over your jawline.

“Oh…” was all you could say. There was nothing else to say to that. It was…beautiful. He truly was your savior. Your gentle, brooding knight.

You sat there just staring at each other intensely, his hand still grazing your thigh and his fingers still sliding across the side of your face. It was so intimate. So sensual. You were more than just attracted to him. You were falling hard for everything he was. Kind, brave, protective, caring, thoughtful, and so much more.

You’d never felt like this for anyone. He was one of a kind. He was the one for you. You just knew it. You could feel it, taste it. That pull tugged at you, letting you know just how strong it was. It was magnetic on so many levels.

You could feel that tension hanging in the air. Could almost smell it as it hung over your head, sinking deep inside your body, wrapping itself around every nerve ending it could find. He was so close to your lips, you could almost taste him.

He pulled a lock of hair behind your ear and turned his gaze towards your lips. But before he acted on his instincts, he looked back up into your eyes and dropped his hand, leaning back into the couch. You internally groaned at the missed opportunity. He was so close to kissing you. So fucking close. You leaned your head back against the couch, but his hand still lingered over your thigh. Not once moving his hand away. And for now that was enough. That could be enough for tonight. It was something.

You sat in silence for a few more minutes until you heard a yawn come from Joel’s mouth. You looked at the clock and noticed it was 10:30pm. How’d it get so late so quick?

He slowly pushed himself off the couch, letting his fingers leave your thigh. Leaving your skin cold. Left yearning for his fingers to find your skin. Needing that warmth again.

“Well, it’s gettin’ late. Let me make up the couch for you, and I’ll let you get some sleep.” He went down the hall and grabbed some sheets and a pillow from the hall closet, coming back to get the couch ready. You wanted to stop him right there, ask if he would stay with you and let you cuddle. Feel his arm wrap around you as his fingers trailed up and down your body, giving you that warm feeling that everything would be okay because you were in his arms.

You got up from the couch and made your way to the bathroom, quickly brushing your teeth and washing away the wine residue on your lips. As soon as you walked back into the living room, the couch was ready for you. New sheets were sprawled out, and a fluffy white pillow and thick blanket sat at the edge of the couch just waiting for you to fall into.

Before you got into bed, Joel took a step forward and spoke hesitantly. “Hey, umm. I was wondering if you had any plans tomorrow?” he asked nervously.

You shook your head. “No, I don’t have anything. Why do you ask?” you cocked your head and tried to read his nervous expression.

“Well, if you don’t have anything going on do you maybe wanna go to Central Park? Or maybe drive to the beach?” He was looking at you with big chocolate eyes, a hint of a smile showing on his lips.

“Are you asking me on a date?” you laughed, beaming up at him with a big smile.

“Do you want it to be a date?” His expression turned to a questioning gaze, his eyebrows raised as an almost boyish grin took over. He was so damn cute.

You couldn’t help but smile up at him, your eyes growing large with admiration for the handsome man that stood in front of you. “Yes,” you shook your head. “I’d love that.”

“Great. It’s a date then. Uhh well, goodnight. Get some rest, sunshine.” With that he turned towards the oak door and turned the knob, sliding through and disappearing as it shut tight behind him.

You sat up giddily and internally screamed at what just happened. Joel had asked you on an actual date. Ekk! You fell onto the fluffy pillow and pulled the blanket up to your chin, turning towards his door and outlining it with your eyes. You were in Joel’s house, sleeping on his couch, only feet from his room. The thought sent a shiver down your spine. You had to calm down. You needed to get some rest. So you slowed your thoughts and closed your eyes, trying to focus on sleep and not on the big, strong man in the other room.

You woke up a couple hours later to the sound of crashing thunder outside. You were no stranger to storms, but they still put you on edge as you had been through one too many hurricanes. You tossed and turned for the next several minutes, watching as the shades of lightning lit up the living room with every crack of thunder that rumbled in the sky.

You covered your ears but it did nothing to calm your nerves. As you faced again towards Joel’s door, your mind raced with possibilities. What if you got up and walked into his room? Would he kick you out? Would he invite you into his bed as he wrapped his strong arms around your body? Would he touch you in the way that you wanted to be touched by him? The possibilities were endless.

You started to feel that pull again. The one that started deep in your chest and traveled to every nerve ending in your body. The room started to feel too hot as that tension returned. You could almost taste it. A small tickle in your throat that grew into a full on mouth watering hunger. You could get up and chase it, but you knew where that would lead you. It’d lead you to Joel’s room.

You bit your lip and flexed your fingers, gripping the sheets so tight that your nails were digging through the material. You couldn’t stay still anymore. You had to get up.

You pushed yourself up from the couch and paced the room, watching as the lightning made different shapes across the wall with every flash of light that came through the window. Tiger was sleeping peacefully in his bed in the corner of the room, not even bothered by the storm. But the storm wasn’t exactly what had you on edge. It was also Joel. And he was holding the reins on the storm, fueling your need and desire. Pulling you towards him.

You ended up right in front of his door just staring at the handle. Just another step and you’d be opening it, watching as his bed came into view, hoping he’d invite you in. Needing so badly to be wrapped in his arms. Wanting to feel the way his lips pressed against your waiting, parched lips.

You reached out and barely grazed the handle, suddenly changing your mind as you dropped your hand back to your side. Before you could turn around, Joel was turning the doorknob and opening the door. Your eyes went wide as he stood there with messy bed hair and a grey t-shirt that fit snuggly across his massive muscles. It was pulling at his biceps the way his arm flexed as he moved his hand up to his hair, pushing back those tousled curls.

And fuck was he pretty.

He had on a pair of grey sweatpants and you had to force yourself to not look down. He was so fucking gorgeous, even from just waking up. Maybe even more so than you’d ever seen him.

“Sunshine? What are you doin’ up?” he asked sleepily as he yawned and rubbed his eyes, opening them again to get a better look at you.

“I…uhhh…I was just getting up to get a drink of water,” you said hurriedly, trying to calm yourself down from your racing heartbeat.

“Kitchen is the other way,” he laughed with a small smirk on his face, lifting one of his eyebrows in awareness. Catching you in your own lie.

Shit.

He took in your wide eyed expression and laughed. “Come on, I’ll get you a glass,” he said as he led you to the kitchen, putting a hand on the small of your back. The feeling of his fingertips on your t-shirt nearly sent you spiraling.

He opened the cabinet and got two glasses out, filling each with some cold water. He carefully handed you a cup as you quickly thanked him and took a large gulp, trying to calm your racing nerves down. He took a swig of water and set the glass on the counter, watching you carefully. You swear you could feel sweat start to form on your forehead. You swiped a hand over it nonchalantly and pulled back a lock of hair behind your ear, brushing it off like it was nothing.

His searing brown eyes were still on you, and you held in a gasp as you gazed up at him behind your long eyelashes as you clinged to the glass cup hard. You put it down on the kitchen island before it broke into tiny pieces in your hands.

You leaned back on the kitchen island and dug your fingers into the wood that laid behind your back, trying to get a hold of yourself. Joel was standing on the opposite side of you. One hand on the counter and the other flexed at his side. Just two people staring at each other intently in a quiet room in the middle of the night. All silent except for the rapid breaths that were coming from your mouth and his.

There was a thick tension that encased the air. It was so strong that you could feel it clinging to your skin as if someone was wrapping you up with saran wrap. Pulled so tight that you could barely breathe. It was stifling and heavy, the way that Joel was looking at you. The way his eyes trailed up and down you, landing on your lips, your neck, your thighs, and back up to meet your wide eyes.

It was too much. He was too much. You felt like you had a heated blanket on, the room was scorching. His eyes were absolutely smouldering, making you want to grab his t-shirt and press your lips to his. Wanting to get lost in that tousled hair. Wanting to feel his rough hands explore you. Wanting to give him every part of you.

A crack of thunder threw you out of your heated trance and made you jump, nearly knocking over the cup that sat behind you.

“Storms scare ya?” Joel asked sympathetically as he took a step toward you, his brown eyes staring down at you.

“Kinda. I’ve been through a few hurricanes so sometimes thunder just startles me,” you said quickly, dropping your hands to your side nervously.

“Oh, I see. Makes sense,” he said quietly.

He looked at the clock as it turned to 12:30am and shuffled slightly, eyeing you again slowly. “Well, guess I’ll let ya get back to bed. It’s pretty late.”

“Right,” you said back. Trying to hold in your disappointment.

You walked back with him to the living room, staying in his shadow as he opened his door wide, hearing the hinges squeak as they moved. He turned around and looked back down at you, just a mere two steps away. So close yet not close enough.

“You gonna be okay out here?” he asked with a raised brow, concern dancing in his honey eyes.

You nodded your head slowly. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” Another crack of thunder ripped through the sky, and you flinched at the noise. Joel noticed and shifted his weight, unsure of what to do. “I’m alright. It’s just a little thunder. Nothing I can’t handle,” you said with a small smile, making him give you one in return.

“Alright. Well, I guess I’ll see you in the morning.” He cupped your chin and rested his fingers there for a second, dropping them all too soon as a gasp left your mouth. “Night, sunshine. Sleep tight.”

“Night,” you breathed out timidly. He gave you a tight smile and turned around, taking a step into his room. Your gaze went down to the floor as a strangled huff sat in your chest. You were internally groaning at how close you had gotten, could feel that tension that was consuming you whole. Needing to let it loose before it blanketed you into nothingness.

You were above to turn back to the couch until your heard Joel stop walking, the floorboards becoming silent. You turned to look at him and he was staring straight ahead. Slowly flexing and extending his hand into a fist as he was in deep thought about something.

Was he thinking about you? What was he…

He slowly turned back to face you as he raked a hand through his salt and pepper scruff, looking lost in thought. His eyes slowly trailed up to find your eyes and then there was that tension again. That spark of desire. Another wave of lightning flashed against the wall and then it was just you and him standing mere feet apart, two flames that were dying to collide with one another and burn together.

“Do you wanna come sleep in here tonight?” he asked timidly, keeping his eyes steady on you.

“Oh,” was all you could get out. You weren’t expecting that. Weren’t expecting him to ask you. And now you were a stuttering mess.

“You don’t have to. Just thought I’d offer,” he said as he started to turn back to his room.

You shot your hand out and grabbed a hold of his wrist, completely stopping him in his tracks. “No, I…I want to,” you said nervously, trying to keep your stutter to a minimum.

The corners of his mouth curled up and he gave you one of those smiles that could make you go weak at the knees. God, he was gorgeous.

“Well, c’mon then.”

He led you inside and you were met with a massive king sized bed in the middle of the room. The sheets were all made up and a large blue comforter was draped across the bed. Leaving two fluffy cotton pillows at the head of the bed. And suddenly you were overwhelmed with nerves as you tried to get a hold of yourself, telling yourself that you’d be fine. It was just to sleep. You were going to sleep and that was all.

“What side do you want?” he drawled, pushing back the comforter and leaving space to get in.

“Doesn’t matter to me. I’ll take whichever side,” you said graciously.

He hummed under his breath. “Okay then. I’ll take the right side. You can have the left,” he said as he pulled back the blanket and slid in on his side.

Then there was you. Standing awkwardly at the foot of the bed. Joel raised an eyebrow at you and was looking curiously at you, so you gave him no more room for questions. You crept over to the left side and gently crawled in, being careful not to get too close to his side.

You pulled the blanket up to your chest and rolled to the left side so you could face the wall and not the other way around. You were way too nervous and right now you just needed to calm yourself down.

Breathe. But you couldn’t. Not when he was in the room. Not when you were in his bed.

The tension filled the air again. This time it was hot and sticky. A tension that tore at your insides that begged to be released. You could feel your pulse speed up, could feel just how in tune with your body you were. You could feel that heat fill the air, make its way to you and work its way slowly into your core. Feeling that hungry desire you so desperately wanted to put to bed. Could practically taste the primal needs that you so desperately wanted to experience.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You turned towards the right side of the bed and audibly gasped when you saw Joel staring right back at you, leaning on his left side. Keeping his gaze on you.

The tension was everywhere then. His deep brown eyes were so calm, so collected. You didn’t move. You couldn’t. His gaze was holding you in place. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The only thing you could hear was the raindrops that pelted against the window and the breaths shared between you and Joel.

He slowly, ever so carefully reached out a hand and caressed your cheek gently, pushing back a lock of hair and tucking it behind your ear. Still keeping his hand on you, trailing slow circles on your jawline and moving it down beneath your chin, lifting your head just the slightest.

You sucked in a breath when he placed his thumb on your bottom lip, making gentle strokes as light as a feather. Feeling that tingling sensation light up your senses. And then he was sliding over in the bed, sealing that empty space between your bodies.

He was now right next to you, his forehead meeting yours as he dropped his thumb from your lip and filled the space with his own lips. He grazed against your lips, just enough to where you could feel just how soft they really were. You were almost begging him to kiss. Begging him to take control and take all of you.

After a couple seconds of hesitation and waiting for any response from you, he closed the distance and pressed his lips against yours. And there it was. That moment that you had been waiting for for days. And it was exactly what you pictured it’d be like. Exactly what you’d envisioned for so long.

His pace went from gentle to primal. He pulled you on top of him and kissed you deeper, bringing his fingers to rake through your hair, making you groan at the feel of him. He took that as a positive response and drank you in. You parted your mouth, and he chased your tongue with his, swirling it around yours like you were in a dance. Tasting a shot of espresso and honey like taste against his tongue.

He was delicious. A taste you wanted to devour again and again. Never coming up for air.

He grabbed your hips and flipped you around, softly landing on your back. He continued ravaging you with his mouth, twisting and turning his tongue as he took one of his hands and gently slid it up your shirt, just enough to feel your burning skin as his calloused fingers ran over your smooth skin.

He unlatched from your mouth and made his way to your neck, kissing, sucking, biting on your most sensitive spots. He found one in particular hypersensitive spot, and as he sucked on it you let out a moan and dug your fingers into the back of his neck.

“You like that?” he asked with his mouth still sliding up your neck.

“Mhmm,” you groaned out. You heard him chuckle under his breath as he slid his tongue up your neck, teasing at that spot again. You suppressed a moan as he continued teasing you, sliding his hand across your waistband, carefully slipping just the tips of his fingers underneath. The teasing was building heat between your legs. You could already feel you were soaking as another wave of slick found its way into your underwear. You could practically hear the sloshing with every move you made.

His affect on you was almost stifling. He didn’t even have to try hard because you were already burning for him. You were desperate for his touch, aching for his mouth, longing for him to kiss every square inch of your body.

He pulled at your earlobe and planted soft kisses just underneath that, driving you crazy from desire. You fisted his grey shirt and practically begged him to take you. “Joel…” you groaned out, hearing that desperate plea in your tone. That seductive bedroom voice that you were almost embarrassed to use.

He traced his lips over your cheek and hovered above you, staring at you with those deep brown eyes. “What do you want?” he asked with a low drawl, his voice sounding like velvet.

“You…” you answered back quietly.

He focused his gaze on you for a few seconds, letting that tension fill back up the thick air, and then he moved quickly. He pulled off your oversized t-shirt and threw it on the floor. He latched his hands around your back and undid the clasps of your bra, peeling it off and throwing it on the floor right next to your shirt, leaving you completely bare as your nipples were already pebbled over.

He ran his hands over your breasts and moved to get situated in between your legs as he leaned over and ran his tongue in slow circles over your taut nipples. You groaned at the feel of it and moved your leg up, gently wrapping it around his waist. He gave the same attention to the other one as he ran his hands down your waist again, teasing again at the waistband.

He gently slid your shorts off your hips and down your legs, leaving you in nothing but your soaked pink lacy underwear. He gently teased you, hooking a finger under the lacy material and running his finger dangerously close to your center. You squirmed underneath him and bucked your hips, wanting more, needing more.

He smirked up at you as he trailed a finger along the waistband. “This what you want, sunshine? Want me to make you feel good?” he asked in a low seductive voice.

“Please,” you begged, turning into mush underneath his touch.

“Please what?” he smirked, raising an eyebrow as he waited for you to answer.

“Touch me,” you pleaded, biting your lip in response.

“Touch you where? Here?” he asked as he took his hand and cupped your center, feeling that pulsing need in between your legs. “Or here?” he slid his hand underneath your underwear and found your folds, gently gliding his finger along your sticky mess. You groaned in response and nodded.

“Already so fucking wet for me, sunshine. Goddamn,” he breathed out, slowly biting the edge of his lip as he drew his hand back out of your wet underwear, gently catching your clit before his fingers disappeared, making you groan in response.

“Let’s get you out of these,” he said as he slowly pulled them down your legs, letting them fall to the floor in a heap, leaving you completely bare and vulnerable to the man with the burning eyes.

He spread your legs and took in your entire body, slowly licking his lips as if he was about to eat you up. It made another wave of slick slide down your folds, landing underneath you on the sheets. Joel’s eyes got darker, more primal as he noticed just what he did to you.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he said as his breathing picked up, and you could see just how hard he was underneath his sweatpants.

Fuck.

He made himself flat on the bed and trailed kisses up the inside of your thighs, so close to your center that you could feel it pulse around you. He gently blew on your center as he made his way down the other thigh, driving you fucking crazy from anticipation.

“Please,” you begged, needing his mouth on you.

“Please what? Use your words, darlin’. Tell me what you want,” he stated, eyes locking with yours as he left another kiss along your inner thigh.

“Your fingers…your mouth…please.” You were a desperate mess, dying to feel what it’d be like for him to devour you, make you scream as white hot pleasure consumed you entirely.

He muffled out a laugh as he moved to your center, right above your folds. “Such a needy girl,” he laughed.

“Yes, needy for you,” you groaned through gritted teeth, already turned on to the max.

He chuckled in response. “Don’t worry, darlin’. Gonna take good care of ya. Gonna give you exactly what you want.”

Joel spit on the tops of your folds and took his fingers and slowly rubbed the spit over your entire pussy, filling up your center with heat as you heard the sloshing and wet noises take over the room. He slid a finger inside you and slowly started pumping, spreading you even wider as he joined a second finger in. You moaned out at the feel of his thick fingers, as they hooked up and met that one spongy part that nearly had you coming already.

“Hold on, darlin’. Gonna see just how good you taste.” He took his tongue and ran it up the entire length of your pussy, letting you feel just how rough and wet his tongue was.

He spread your folds wide and slowly drew circles around your clit, making you squeeze your legs around his back. That made him more hungry, more starving for your taste. He sucked your clit into his mouth and then released, keeping his tongue busy by flicking your bundle of nerves rapidly.

You cried out with a moan as you grabbed onto his tousled curls and fisted your fingers in his hair. Holding on for dear life. He wrapped his hands around the back of your thighs and stared up at you as he devoured your pulsing clit, sending more slick down the center, right into his mouth.

God, the way he was looking at you was so primal, so full of lust. His honey eyes were no more. They were now big black pits that threatened to take hold of you completely.

He kept his eyes on you as he licked you, drank you down, sucked you into his mouth, and you couldn’t break his lustful gaze at all. It was dominant, intense, so intimate the way he was eating you out with his rough tongue, his index and middle finger sinking deep inside you, stretching you to the max. Working you over so good that you were almost there, so close to orgasm. You could feel it building in your chest and making its way down to your center, growing so hot that you swore you were already seeing stars.

“Taste so good, baby,” he drawled in between breaths, sinking back down on your aching clit.

“Joel…” you moaned, barely able to catch your breath. “Please…”

“I know, baby. I know. You’re so close for me. Let me take care of ya. Want you to come for me. Be a good girl and let me taste ya, darlin’,” he groaned, still flicking your clit with his tongue and pumping deep inside you.

He hooked his fingers and started moving vigorously, hitting that spongy spot in just the right area, pushing you to spill for him. You were almost there, so fucking close that you could feel the tingling sensation start to take over starting from your head, trailing down to your pulsing core and making its way down to your curling toes.

“I…I’m almost there…Joel, I’m gonna come,” you cried, scratching your nails against his scalp, pulling at his tousled bed hair.

“That’s it, sunshine. Come on now, that’s a good girl. So good for me…”

He pulled you down further in the bed and attacked your wet, throbbing mound, feasting his mouth all over you as you could hear him flick and suck your dripping pussy. He stared intensely at you with those black pits and took your bundle of nerves in his mouth, pulling and sucking slowly, trying to feed your growing orgasm. And then you were gone.

You threw your head back and felt your eyes roll into the back of your skull as white hot bliss took over. You could feel your intense orgasm release as you were spilling yourself all over him. “Joel…” you moaned loudly as your legs were shaking uncontrollably while he lapped up all the slick in between your legs and finally released his fingers from inside you, slowly popping them in his mouth as he sucked seductively, lapping up every bit of you he could.

“So fuckin’ perfect, sunshine. Did so good for me. You taste even better than I imagined,” he smirked as he made one final lick to his index fingering, sending you over the edge with his smoldering gaze and seductive words.

You let your body relax into the now soaked sheets, let your legs unlatch from his body as you came down from your high. Your breath was so heavy you could barely hear the storm that was pounding the rooftop outside. You couldn’t hear it because there was a storm of your own inside the room, inside his bed.

He was hovering over you, gently caressing your cheek, planting a gentle kiss to your forehead, saying how good you did for him. Building a fire deep inside you again. Wanting more of him, needing more of him.

You looked down and still saw the bulge thickly lined against his sweatpants. Feeding a hunger inside you that you needed to take care of. You slowly reached for his pants and just as you tried to pull them down, Joel stopped you with his hands.

“Now wait a minute, sunshine. Don’t think you can handle that right at this moment,” he stated as he stared down into your eyes, eyes that were turning warmer with every second you looked at him.

“I can handle it,” you urged, a persistency that escaped from your throat. You honed into his honey eyes and begged with your eyes, giving him those puppy eyes you know he couldn’t resist.

His jaw clenched as you saw him ponder your proposition. Slowly biting down on his lip the longer he looked at you. Giving in slowly but surely.

“Are you sure, darlin’? Might be a lot for ya right now. Don’t wanna make you too sore.”

You reached your arm out and wrapped your fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him closer so your lips were just inches from tasting him. You pulled him down further and put your lips right over his ear, whispering seductive things to him. “I want you to make me sore. Won’t you make me come again? With something other than your tongue and fingers. Maybe with something a little bigger…”

You trailed your hand down his rock hard abs, past the waistband of his sweatpants, slowly grabbing the outline of his thick cock and sliding your hand up and down his length through the soft material.

He sucked in a breath hard and grabbed your wrist tight. “Jesus Christ, darlin’. You want me inside you? You want my cock?” he drawled with that thick southern accent of his, pushing you down on the bed again.

“Mhm. Want your cock deep inside me. Want you to fuck me so good that all I can do is scream your name,” you groaned, a low tone seeping out of your mouth.

“Fuck…” Joel moaned. “Didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth, sunshine.”

“Only for you,” you said as you fluttered your eyelashes up at him flirtatiously.

“Mmm I like the sound of that,” he groaned. “Don’t worry, darlin’. Gonna take real good care of ya. Now c’mere,” he said as he dragged you lower in the bed and sunk his mouth down on yours, finding your tongue quickly as he swirled his around yours, ravaging him up as you threw your arms over his neck, sinking him deeper to your body.

He broke the kiss and sat back, tugging his shirt over his head and fisting his fingers over the waistband of his sweatpants as he pulled them down and threw them to the floor, along with his boxers. He was left with nothing on, and you gasped at just how large he actually was.

Holy shit. He was massive.

His hard erection was planted against his stomach as the veins wrapped around his length. He was well over five inches and God was he thick. A bead of precum spilt down his tip and trailed down his length, ending in his wiry hair around his shaft.

God, he was pretty. You wanted to know what he tasted like, but more importantly you wanted him inside you. Right now.

He spread your legs wide and crawled up in between your legs, putting the tip right next to your weeping folds, anticipating just how good it’d feel for him to be inside your walls.

“You ready for this, sunshine?” he asked with raised brows, his fingers brushing against your sensitive clit, making slick pool from your core.

“Mhmm. Need you,” you whispered.

“That’s right, darlin’. Gonna fuck you now. Hold on tight.”

He slowly pushed inside you, stretching your walls just to the point of pain, making you wince at the size of him. He slowly started going in and out of you. Pushing your legs even further apart. He picked up the pace a little, digging into you deeper, making you whine into his ear at the pressure that was building.

“Taking me so good, sunshine. You want more?” he slurred into your ear.

“Mhmm,” you moaned out.

“Good. Now I know you’re flexible, so I’m gonna lift your leg, okay? Gonna make you feel me deeper. Let me make you feel good,” he drawled out with a purr.

“Please,” you begged.

He took your left leg and lifted it over his shoulder, wrapped your other leg around his back. You could feel that extra pull, feel him hit that spongy part of your walls as you moaned out his name.

“That’s right, darlin’. Want you to scream my name. Wanna know just how good I’m makin’ you feel.” He fucked deeper into you, picking up his pace as you heard the wet, slick sounds of his cock driving into you, sliding up and down, making you lose absolute control of your body. You felt like you were floating. The pressure was building so intensely that you were almost coming undone. Almost there.

“Joel, I’m so close…I’m so…” you moaned out.

“That’s it, sunshine. Say my name. Be a good girl and come for me, come on my cock,” he groaned.

He slammed back into you, bottoming out at the back of your walls as you felt yourself holding on for dear life. The pressure was everywhere. You could feel that white hot sensation creeping back into you.

He pressed his thumb down on your aching clit and worked it slowly, circling you in just the right area. Feeling your body letting go, feeling wet slick pool down your walls as you scratched your nails down his back and moaned his name loudly.

“Joel!” you screamed as you felt your walls clench around him and then suddenly release, opening the flood gates of your intense orgasm.

“Oh, that’s a good girl. That’s a good fuckin’ girl,” he growled as he rammed up into you, chasing your intense orgasm with his own growing desire, almost there for him too.

“Joel, want you to fill me up, come inside me,” you begged, watching his eyes burning into you, getting lost in those black pits.

“Whatever you want I’ll give ya,” he said with gritted teeth, so close to orgasming, baring his teeth and trying to hold on for as long as possible.

A few more thrusts inside you and he was finished for. He took one final plunge into you and bit down on his lip, rolling his eyes back as he furrowed his eyebrows together.

“Goddamn, baby. Feels so fuckin’ good inside you,” he growled, stilling his tired body, slowly releasing himself from inside you as his seed spilt down your thighs. White, hot shots of come spilling all around you.

He collapsed on the bed and brought you to his chest, wrapping a strong arm around you as you threw a leg over his hips, finding that perfect comfy spot close to him as you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck.

And then it was all fast breaths and longing stares, just you and him tangled in the sheets together. The absolute perfect end to a Friday night. The only place you wanted to be. In his arms.

He grazed his hand up and down your arm, holding you close as he let his other hand caress your cheek, sliding his fingers into your thick waves. Lulling you into pure bliss, right on the edge of sleep.

“Should really get you cleaned up, sunshine. We made quite a mess,” he laughed as he looked to the soaked, scrunched up sheets, still feeling his seed in between your legs.

You hummed out a quiet response. “I’ll be alright. Save it till morning. I just wanna stay right here in your arms,” you faintly said, words barely leaving your mouth.

He looked closely at you as he took in all your features, coming to a conclusion. “Alright, baby. But in the morning I’m gonna clean you up in the shower,” he said, continuing to trail his fingers over your arm, gently sliding down your back, making you sigh deep into his strong chest.

“Sounds perfect,” you hummed out, barely able to keep your eyes open.

“Alright,” he said with a low chuckle, continuing to stroke your long locks, lulling you to sleep.

“I’m so tired,” you breathed out, voice as quiet as a mouse.

“Go to sleep, baby. I’ve got you,” he hummed into your ear, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. “Such an angel,” he whispered, fingers digging into your scalp, his other hand stroking slow circles up and down your back.

You listened to the rain softly pelt the window, taking in the slow breaths coming from Joel, feeling his chest go in and out as your hand rested against his bare skin, letting his soft, raspy voice hum you to sleep.

And then you were out like a light, falling into a deep sleep where you dreamed of dark eyes and twisted bed sheets, reliving the blissful moment over and over again. This was what peace felt like. He was peace, your safe place. And that’s where you’d continue to stay. Never wanting to leave his side.

Your hero, your savior, your everything.

Part 4

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