Living in my own head

"You know," you say, grin turning wicked. Iwaizumi rakes his brain, trying to figure out what you're talking about. He runs through the things you talked about, Mattsun and the funeral home, Makki being unemployed and broke, Oikawa's game last week, something about your shitty ex-boyfriend—

Oh.

The new girl Mattsun has been hooking up with.

"Cock warming," you say, giggling. Like you're reading his mind, realising exactly what he's thinking right now. He knows you saw. Saw the way his cheeks grew flushed at the conversation. Saw the way he avoided eye contact, while Makki was too distracted with teasing Mattsun.

"There's no way it can be that good," he'd said. Mattsun had leaned back against the couch and smiled lazily, the way he always does, the way Iwaizumi knows makes girls fawn over him.

Iwaizumi hadn't added anything to the conversation, hoping to stay clear of any suspicion. Apparently, that wasn't enough, because when he'd looked at you, you were already looking back. Smiling, in that way that meant your mind was going a thousand miles per hour. Planning. Scheming.

Your tiny tank top slipping off your shoulder all the while.

"Hajiii," you sing-song. His eyes dart towards his bedroom, hoping to escape, and you notice, your eyes narrowing at him. "C'mere,"

You pat the spot next to you on the couch as you sit up. He obliges, because what else can he do? When you're sitting there, hair slightly dishevelled from when Makki ruffled it on his way out, looking so, so sweet.

"Wanna try it?"

Your voice is syrupy sweet, dripping honey and temptation. You're halfway crawling into his lap, one of your hands placed on his thigh. Iwaizumi swallows.

"We shouldn't," he says, and it makes you pout, pushing further. You lean in, and he can smell your perfume now, something sweet and flowery.

You're always flirting with him, but this. This is something different, something heavier. There's no deniable plausibility here, no light teasing.

Iwaizumi will admit that he's always secretly basked in the affection you'd reward him. He's used to girls fawning over Oikawa, or making out with Mattsun at parties, or going on dates with Makki. But you. You've always danced around him, making him feel special. Lightheaded.

"Hajime," you pout, drawing him out of his thoughts. "Why not?"

He swallows again, throat feeling dry. Why not?

You're fully straddling him now, sinking into his lap.

Why not?

Wrapping your arms around your neck, you're looking down at him, still smiling.

"Have you ever tried it?" you whisper, while you play with the hairs at the back of his neck. Poor Iwaizumi has to hold back a groan as he closes his eyes.

"No."

"Do you wanna?"

You know you're being bold. But you've been holding back for so long. Who can blame you for finally breaking when you've been watching him squirm around all night?

"It could be fun. We could put on a movie or something," you say, and you grind your hips into his experimentally. Your grin widens when you feel that he's already half hard. His hands fly to your hips, holding you still as he takes a deep breath.

You can see the turmoil in his brown eyes, feel the storm rising in him.

"Okay," he says, releasing your hips.

The look on your face is victorious, and you move your hands down, squeezing his shoulders in excitement.

"I pick the movie," he manages to bite out, and you nod eagerly, hands flying down to the waistband of his shorts.

"Sure, Haji, whatever you want," you murmur, focused on the new objective at hand. Iwaizumi grabs your hands, placing them behind your back. You look down at him, frowning. Finally gaining some footing, Iwaizumi tuts at you, shaking his head.

"Let me pick a movie first," he murmurs. He keeps your hands where they are, with one big hand on your wrists, while he leans over you, grabbing the TV remote off the coffee table. He leans back on the couch again, casually opening Netflix. You stare, dumbly, waiting for the next instruction.

The thing you've always liked about Iwaizumi is that he doesn't let you get away with any of your antics. With Oikawa, it's a constant game of who'll back down first, of who can get away with the most. Mattsun is largely unaffected apart from the times when he'll tag along to help you torment the others. Makki is so easy to tease that it's not even funny.

When it comes to Iwaizumi, he's steady. It's always annoyed you a bit. When he's with Oikawa, it's like it's second nature for him to get riled up. But as soon as it comes to you, he's like a rock. He never lets your antics reach him. Not even the outrageous sleep sets you'll wear or the innocent cuddling when you're having sleepovers.

It's fun.

But now that he's finally given in, you don't know what to do.

"Go grab your blanket," Iwaizumi murmurs into your ear. It takes a few seconds before you spring into action, shuffling towards your bedroom. You quickly grab it, before checking yourself in your mirror before you head back to the living room.

Your face feels hot, and you fix your hair.

This is Hajime. Your Hajime. The guy you've known since you were fifteen, the guy who used to buy you sodas from the vending machine before class and save you from Oikawa's relentless teasing all the time. The guy you moved in with three years ago when you moved to Tokyo.

Because it's cheaper. And easier. And it's nice to have a friend in the apartment, to rant to and cook dinner with.

The guy you've been flirting with for as long as you can remember. Under the guise that it's friendly. And fun. And that there's definitely nothing more to it.

"Did you fall in there?"

"No!"

You pad back into the living room, blanket wrapped around you. Iwaizumi has already picked a movie. You think it's a comedy, judging by the look of it. He raises a brow at you, and you smile as you make your way back to the couch.

"Hi," you say, and he smiles back, patting his thigh.

"C'mere," he says, echoing your own words from earlier, and you oblige instantly, this time settling with your back against his chest. He lets you get comfortable, and you pull the blanket over you. The movie is already starting, but you're not paying attention.

Not when Iwaizumi smells so good.

"Why are you so nervous all of a sudden?" he asks, and one of his hands finds your hip underneath the blanket, making soothing circles with his thumb.

"I'm not nervous," you protest, and you feel him chuckle beneath you, clearly not believing you.

"Right."

A beat.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to."

He's giving you an out. A last chance to take it back, to not change your friendship into whatever this is. But even then, you know this has been a long time coming. You'd be an idiot to try to stop it.

"No, I want to," you say.

"We can just watch the movie."

"Hajime."

There's a warning in your tone, telling him not to worry anymore. You feel him relaxing, finally, and he grunts, settling into the couch at last. His hand not on your hip roams your side, before he settles on your tit, squeezing your soft skin.

"Okay, baby."

He flicks your nipple through the fabric of your top, and you gasp, squirming. You feel the bulge beneath your ass, and it makes you a little dizzy to know you have this effect on him.

You try to focus on the movie. A girl is screaming at her roommate, throwing things at her. There's a weird-looking dog. Iwaizumi's hand on your hip dips underneath the waistband of your shorts.

"Proper stretching is important," he says, cupping your pussy over your panties. "To prevent injury."

It makes you giggle, the way he speaks like you're one of his athletes. He keeps playing with your nipple while he thumbs your clit with his other hand, applying dull stimulation. You gasp softly, spreading your legs to give him more access.

You don't need to look behind you to know he's smiling. Especially when he dips his fingers into your underwear, stroking your folds and finding you soaking already. He spreads your arousal over your folds, still not giving you any real relief.

The roommates are in their principal's office. She's telling some other story, something about a real nightmare roomie.

"Did you seriously pick a movie about bad roommates?" you ask, and Iwaizumi presses his lips to your throat, planting a wet kiss there.

"It seemed appropriate."

"Excuse me, I am not a bad room— Oh,"

You're interrupted when he presses a finger inside you, testing the waters. When you melt into his embrace, he adds another finger, slowly working you open. It's easy when you're already so aroused, feeling like you've been ready ever since you saw his reaction to your friends discussing cock warming hours ago.

"You sure?"

"Uh-huh," you answer, too distracted to form proper words. He curls his fingers, and your mouth falls open in a quiet moan.

"Not even when you wear these shirts," He pulls your shirt down, as if making a point, exposing your tits to the cold air of your living room. "Constantly one bad move away from flashing me?"

"I'd say that's just philanthropy,"

He laughs, surprised. Moving your hair to the side, he kisses your throat again.

The main character in the movie is at a summer camp now. Desperately trying to make friends and failing.

Iwaizumi adds a third finger, and you squirm, getting used to the pressure. He palms your clit to help you, and you bite your lip. Even through your shorts and the blanket, you can hear the sounds of how wet you are, as he keeps a steady pace.

"Hajime," you gasp, feeling your orgasm already building. Iwaizumi seems to feel it too, with the way your warm walls flutter around his fingers. He removes his fingers from your pussy, bringing them to his mouth and tasting. He hums at the taste.

You watch over your shoulder, mouth agape. He grins, though his cheeks are flushed, betraying his otherwise calm demeanour. He plays with the waistband of your shorts.

"Take these off."

With his help, you shimmy off both your shorts and underwear, leaving you wearing nothing but a tank top and your fuzzy socks. Iwaizumi guides you forward with a hand on your back, so he can pull his cock out of his pants with the other.

You go to look over your shoulder, wanting to see, but he grabs your chin and points you towards the TV instead. The girl in the movie has made a friend now, and they're rooming together.

You hear the slick sounds of him stroking his cock, and then he taps your ass. With a pout, you straddle his legs properly and sit up so he can position himself at your entrance.

He slowly guides you back on his cock, and you whine at the stretch, still watching the movie, despite being unsure what the plot even is. The girl is angry because her roomie is messy, you're pretty sure. Your vision swims, and you find it hard to focus on anything at all.

"Ease up, baby," Iwaizumi bites out, and you try your best to relax as you sink down further.

Iwaizumi is big. Big and thick, and when your ass finally meets the back of his thighs again, it feels like he's in your throat. He makes you lean back, and you whimper, squeezing your eyes shut. He holds you tight by your hips, keeping your squirming to a minimum as you get used to the intrusion.

Finally, you feel like your pussy is getting used to the fullness, and you relax slightly, leaning entirely on his chest. He rubs soothing circles in your hips, resting his head on your shoulder.

"Good girl,"

He laughs when you clench, as he wraps his arms around you. You feel dizzy, warm all over. A light sweat is starting to form on your forehead, and you grip his arm.

The girls in the movie are at a party, all of them wearing a white top and a pair of jeans. Iwaizumi laughs into your ear, deep and warm.

"They look just like one of Mattsun's girlfriends," he states, and you slap his arm.

"Don't talk about Mattsun's girls when your dick is inside of me," you bite back, and he presses down on your stomach in response, making you moan out.

"You have Mattsun's girl to thank for this, don't you?" he teases, and you roll your eyes. When you don't say anything back, he hums, and you both settle into a comfortable silence.

It lasts about five minutes.

The main character is talking a guy, who you think might be her love interest, in a kitchen.

You can't focus.

It's too hard. It feels like all of your nerve endings are on fire, your pussy growing more and more sensitive with each agonising minute that passes.

You want him to move. To fuck you.

Iwaizumi has the patience of a saint. Maybe it's from the years of diligent volleyball practice every day after school, maybe it's from constantly keeping your three other best friends behaviour in check.

Whatever it is, it's certainly going to be your downfall.

He keeps you still in his lap, the only torturous friction you get being when he laughs at the movie. The movie that's really not that funny.

"Haji," you ask, with trembling lips.

When he doesn't reply, you squirm. That makes him take a deep breath, and he squeezes you in warning when you clench down on him.

"It's too much," you complain. Your mind is swimming, eyes going glassy. The only thing you can think about is getting fucked.

Preferably hard.

"You're being so good," he replies. He rocks into you slightly, making you whine. "You can keep being nice for me, right?"

"No," you say, shaking your head.

"This was your idea." Iwaizumi chuckles. His breath feels hot on your throat, only making your mind even fuzzier.

"I changed my mind."

"We can stop if you want to."

The hands on your hips start to push you away.

"No, please, no, no, no,—" you panic, digging your hands into his thighs as you lean back in his lap. The slight friction makes you moan, squeezing your eyes shut.

"But you changed your mind?" he asks. His voice is teasing, but there's a slight strain there.

Looking over your shoulder, you meet his gaze, batting your eyelashes the way that always works with Makki when you want to steal his snacks. Iwaizumi smiles, taking in the pout on your lips, the pretty way your brows furrow.

You look so cute.

So cute, he wants to squeeze you.

"Hajime,"

There's a lilt to your voice, a saccharine sweetness. The one Iwaizumi has always had a weakness for, even if you don't notice it yourself.

"Yeah?" he breathes. He nods, and you nod along, mirroring him.

"We could do something else instead," you say. He feels you clench down again. Your pussy is so hot and wet, it makes him groan. He thinks he'd do anything you asked of him right now.

The movie is long forgotten now. You're unsure if the roommates are still even friends at this point.

"What do you wanna do?" he asks, and when you lean down to kiss him, he moans, leaning into the kiss. He grabs your chin, angling you so he can kiss you better, moaning into your mouth.

The angle is slightly uncomfortable, and you pull away with a pout, like it's somehow Iwaizumi's fault. He groans, head falling back, when you sit up, his cock leaving your warmth with a slick sound.

You turn around so you're facing him, promptly sitting down in his lap again. It makes you both moan again when he reenters your slick heat. You run your fingers through his hair, tugging on the short locks.

"How are you gonna watch the movie now?" Iwaizumi smiles, taking you in. He must admit, it's better this way. When he can see your every expression, the way you're panting slightly. His gaze drops down to where you're connected. The sight makes his jaw slack, and he can't help but bring his thumb down to your clit, circling the bud slowly.

"I'm watching something more fun."

Your voice is whiny, but you're smiling. You grind your hips into his hand, and he feels you clench when the tip of his cock hits somewhere deep inside you.

"Is that so?"

"You're very handsome, Hajime,"

"That might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me," Iwaizumi says, breathless. You're gathering speed now, but you're still just grinding against him. It's a sweet kinda torture, the way he can feel your pussy pulsing around him, yet you're barely moving.

"That's not true," you object. You kiss him again, only a peck, letting him chase you. "I tell you nice things all the time."

"You question my patience all the time," he responds. He tangles his hand in your hair, holding you still as he ghosts his lips over yours. Your breaths mingle, and you moan into his mouth.

"Like right now, you mean?" you ask, and he nods, before he kisses you again. Firmly.

It's nice. It's nice to run your fingers through his hair and hear his little groans when you tuck hard enough. It's nice how warm and big his hand is on the back of your head. It's nice to feel the firm and steady pulse of his cock inside of you, lighting up all your sensitive nerve endings.

Iwaizumi is nice.

He's more than nice, but your head feels empty, unable to find another word, filled with nothing but the feeling of Iwaizumi's tongue against your own, as he kisses you silly.

"Fuck me, Haji," you whisper when he pulls away for air, and he chuckles, shaking his head.

"You're the one who wanted to change activities," he replies. "You do it,"

He leans back and pats your thighs. You glare.

"I'm the one who suggested movie night in the first place."

Iwaizumi raises a brow at you.

"Movie night?" he teases. You nod, attempting to be the picture perfect of innocence. "This is your version of movie night?"

He motions to where he's still buried inside of you. Where you're dripping, staining his joggers. Hopefully, you haven't stained the couch. Yet.

"Yes."

"Well, I picked the movie. So it's your turn to pick something now"

Something akin to determination washes over your expression. You put your hands on his chest, and slowly you start going up and down. You moan in unison, and your brow pinches as you start to ride him.

The slick sound fills your living room, and you pant, your thighs already beginning to burn. Iwaizumi notices. Because of course he does.

"Your form is—"

"Do not comment on my form," you cut him off, digging your nails into his chest.

"I was gonna tell you it's good." His eyes drop down to your tits, and the smug look on his face is worse than any comment. It only fuels your fire. You ignore the ache, doubling down as you start to ride him harder. You move your hands up, wrapping them around his neck. You don't press, just keep them there, and his jaw falls slack, eyes going lidded.

"Fuck," he says, nodding. He puts his hand over one of yours, and he moans when you press down lightly on his throat. You feel him twitch inside you, and it makes you smile.

"Haji, you gonna come, ah, just from me choking you?" you tease and, he laughs, voice soft, like he's out of breath.

"I'm gonna come from how good you look bouncing on my cock like that," he replies, without missing a beat, and the admission makes you falter. He whines when your knee slips, and before you can think, his hands are on your hips, guiding you up and down.

He does it like it's nothing, muscles tensing deliciously with each push and pull. You collapse onto his chest, moving your hands to his shoulders. He doesn't seem to take notice, too focused on the way you're clenching around his cock.

It doesn't take long for you to feel your orgasm start to build like that, not when he's hitting all the right spots, while telling you how pretty you look taking him. You barely get to warn him before it creeps up on you, making your toes curl as warm pleasure burns through you.

He moans, voice turning pitchy as he follows right after you, pulling you flush against him as he finishes inside, filling your cunt to the brim. It makes you whimper, and you rest your head on his chest. Your eyelids feel heavy as you both take a few minutes to collect yourselves. You listen to the way Iwaizumi's heartbeat slows as he comes down.

He runs his hands up and down your back, occasionally pressing into sore spots.

"You have a muscle knot here," he eventually says, pressing into a spot right between your shoulder blades. You yelp, twitching in his lap. Cum spills out from your sore pussy, dripping down his balls. "Are you doing the exercises I taught you?"

"Hajime!" you scold, getting off his lap. You grab your panties from somewhere on the floor, putting them on and stomping towards your room. Iwaizumi watches the way the insides of your thighs glisten with his cum.

"I was just asking," he says, putting his still half-hard cock back in his pants as he follows you. "Also, you should really go pee—"

"Shut up!"

   thank you for reading!

This was the only way. She enlisted the help from a friend you didn’t know to ensure nobody would be the wiser. You wouldn’t. It took some preparation, some night time cold medicine in your nightly tea, but it worked. The two of them carried you to her friend’s car once you were out. It was only a fifteen minute drive, but she was beside herself with excitement. Repeatedly glancing back at you sleeping so soundly in your black nighty, the bottom bunched up just enough to show off your black underwear, your nipples poking through the fabric…. She squirmed in her seat but stayed patient. The night was young.

This was the only way.

Down in her friend’s basement, it was all set up.

They weren’t allowed to strip you–no, that was her job. Slowly peeling your nightgown off and setting it aside. She moaned at the sight of your tits, leaning in while her friend held you up, and dragging her tongue over each nipple until they were nice and hard. You stirred, moaning softly like you usually did whenever she snuck into your room and did this while you slept. You were just so fucking beautiful. She moaned, sucking harder; hard enough she felt you shudder. You had such absurdly sensitive nipples. She’d unbuttoned your pajama top one night and took a feather to them, watching goosebumps rise and your nipples harden just from the lightest touches.

But she couldn’t linger. Her friend lifted you more, and her hands went lower, peeling your underwear off. Oh, see? Just from a few kisses on your nipples and your pussy was damp. She knelt between your legs, spread your folds with her fingers, just looking at you. She never got to see this part of you often. Pretty pussy. Whenever you wore dresses or skirts, you always wore spandex underneath. Your nightgowns were the rare time she ever even got a flash of your underwear. 

You were so. Fucking. Pretty. She pulled the hood back on your clit, leaned over you, and spat. Your clit twitched when it hit it, and she burned up. With a trembling hand, she brought the very tip of her middle finger to your clit and slowly rubbed circles over it. Watching it swell from her touch. Watching it twitch. All of you twitch. You got wetter by the fucking second.

This was literally the only way.

She made the saddle special for herself and you. Four protruding, vibrating, ribbed, silicone extensions were lubed up. Straps on the sides were for your knees, ankles, and thighs. And opening right at the dead center had the shiny black head of a magic wand poking through. She helped you down first, taking as much time as could be allotted to personally applying lube to your asshole, moaning at how tight you were around one finger and then two while she worked you open. Then, you were guided down, swallowing up both thick vibrators inside of you with a moan that almost woke you up. But the medicine was doing its job. She secured you into the saddle restraints without waking while her friend tied your arms together behind your back.

You were a fucking sight like that. Slumped over, trembling, sleeping, holes filled, the head of the wand slightly adjusted so it pressed hard against your clit. She was dripping wet just looking at you. She was going to cum too quickly, she knew, but it couldn’t be helped. She didn’t need any prep. She’d prepped earlier, too fucking excited just thinking about the evening plans. She stared at the nightgown you’d had folded in your shared bathroom, ass in the air, fingering her asshole with her cheek pressed against the rug you’d picked out. She sank down on both toys with a happy moan.

She oiled up your chest while her friend secured her legs. She oiled up herself before putting her arms behind her back to be just as secured as you were.

Once done, the cool edge of the wand pressing against her cunt, her friend grabbed the collars. Linked with a short metal bar, they were locked around you and then her. Forced together. Your chest coming to press against hers. Oh, fuck. She wiggled back and forth, rocking her hips over the toys, humping the wand, and rubbing her tits against yours. 

“Ready?” her friends asked, stepping back. There was a hidden camera so she’d always have a way to replay this moment.

The bar between the collars was so short, your mouths touched at the right angle. She turned, pressing hers to yours, shoving her tongue past your lips. Getting a taste of you. Of that cold medicine mixed into your tea. She nodded. You’d wake once the toys were turned on. You’d probably wake with an orgasm and it’d be hot as hell.

She nodded.

This was the only way to have you.

Her friend stepped far, far, far back into the shadows. A few clicks brought the motors to life inside the saddle. Yours started first. The vibrator in your ass kicking to life. Then the one in your pussy, rocking back and forth on its special bar. You stirred immediately. Stirred, moaned, and stirred some more. Heat blossomed inside of her chest as your body began to tremble, vibrating with sound after sound. She dripped down the toy painfully still inside her pussy. Her clit ached. But the wand…. It’d come on soon. 

Click. The toy inside her ass roared to life, and she groaned. The one in her pussy couldn’t turn on until the wand did. Otherwise, she really would cum far too quickly. No, you needed to wake up first. She couldn’t cum until you were awake and looking at her. She pushed against you, rocking you on the toys. Rubbing her tits against yours. Fuck. Your nipples were as hard as hers. Back and forth, back and forth–she memorized the feeling of you. The sweat starting to come through the oil. The way you stirred some more. The soft moan that suddenly choked out, and there were your eyes.

You blinked at her. Ah, there you were. Confusion, first. Sleepiness. Then a flash of terror. This wasn’t your bed. You weren’t soundly sleeping in your bed all alone, dressed. No. 

Click. The wand turned on, and you shouted. The head ravished your pussy and hers, pushed hard up against your clit, bodies locked together. She tried to play up fear, she did. Surely, she was drugged, stripped, and violated too! This was horrible! But the toy inside of her rocked to life, hitting her g-spot perfectly. And the way you writhed against her, your moans, the wet sound of the wand and toys inside and against you–it was too much. It–

Your eyes clamped shut, and it was involuntary. You pitched forward as everything rammed into you at once unapologetically. Shrieking, begging, chanting no, no, no, no, no, you were thrown into the depths of pleasure and came shuddering, shaking, sobbing. It was the prettiest thing she’d ever seen. Her pussy clenched. The world stopped. Her eyes rolled back as she came, humping up against the wand for every drop that sprayed out of her, squirting over the saddle.

And the best part?

Everything stayed on.

As the room spun and she felt lovingly dizzy, her clit was just as overstimulated as yours, and you were in far less shape to handle it. Her eyes stayed back as the pain mixed with pleasure, your body shaking up against hers. You rocked to get up, to get away, to flee, but nothing gave. The collar just kept you both locked against each other, and there. Sobbing. Out came a shriek as another orgasm was forced out of you.

As was the plan for the evening. 

The next two hours.

Stuck there on the saddle.

So she could bask in the only way she could have you.

She smiled as her next orgasm came barreling in. It choked her, smacked her, kissed her. She memorized the feeling of your body writhing against hers while you came. Everything clenched and shook while she hit her high with a happy moan. 

The perfect fucking evening.

She humped the cruel vibrations of the wand head, biting her smile back.

“N–no. I just wanted to make you feel good.” You trailed off, his gaze now far too intense for you to handle.

Lohen sat up, wrapping an arm around your waist before pulling you in. “I know, I know. You just need to be more specific.”

“What do you mean?”

“Y’know.” With a forceful turn, your back was pressed against his chest. He leaned in, his breath tickling your ear. “Head means a lot of things, someone means a lot of people. Did you know that there’s 8 billion people in the world? That’s a lot of people. Who are you trying to give head to, hm?”

You gulped, embarrassed out of your mind. “...you.”

“And what exactly does head mean again?” Lohen’s forearm settled around your neck. “Go on. You’re smart. You can do it.”

The praise was mind numbing, whether it was because of his condescension or his approval, you don’t know—all you were aware of was the pool of arousal between your legs.

“Sucking…your dick.”

Lohen’s smile grew. “Good, good. What’s another word for that?”

What is wrong with this guy? “Uh–cock.”

“Another?”

“P–penis.”

His arms tightened around your neck. “I meant fellatio, silly. Irrumatio could work as well.”

Bitch. You cursed in your head. Correct me the first time then, idiot. It was hard to believe that this was the same man who dedicated every free moment of his to you; the one who memorised your every preference by heart, the same man who made sure that forgetting you were loved was impossible.

“So.” He pinched your cheek, amused at how soft and squishy it was. “What are you asking for? Use your full sentences.”

You closed your eyes and inhaled. “Can you teach me how to suck your dick?”

“Hmmmm.” Lohen taunted, his chokehold bit into your neck even harder. “I need manners.”

“P–please teach me how to suck your dick.”

Lohen grinned, releasing his headlock. You savoured your reward, gasping for air. “Well done. Should’ve said so earlier, love.”

You’re on your knees, by Lohen’s bed.

You’ve got no idea how long it’s been, nor did you know where Lohen went off to. Your hands remained behind your back, courtesy of the instructions your boyfriend left you.

Wait on your knees by the bed, alright? I’ll be back soon.

There was no reason why you had to wait like this. Yet you obliged, unable to bring yourself to disobey him. The air conditioning made you tremble, goosebumps littered all over your skin, despite being fully clothed.

The door creaked and your head immediately turned towards it, excited to see him.

Lohen stifled his laughter before striding over to the bed, in front of where you waited. “Everything okay?”

You nodded and he smiled, settling down before discarding his shorts somewhere in the room. His fingers slipped underneath his boxers and out came his cock, pre-cum peaking out of the tip. Apprehension made you sweat. You avoided eye contact at all costs, feeling tiny and insignificant in front of him.

Even looking at his cock felt wrong. You’ve had sex before and was all too familiar with it, but being eye-to-eye was unsettling. It appeared far more bigger than it actually did when you thought about it going into your mouth.

Lohen petted your head, and the sensation went straight to your core. “Relax. Just breathe. It’s not scary, you’ve seen it before.” He held it from the base, and his other hand hooked you in from the neck, dragging you closer. Gently, he slapped his dick all over your face, smearing precum on both of your cheeks. “It won’t slide in nicely if you’re not relaxing.”

His fingers caressed your cheek, the silver ring on his index finger felt freezing compared to how hot his touch was. “You ready?”

“Yeah.” You breathed out, gulping.

His hand patted your cheek. “Make it wet first.” Lohen instructed.

You looked around for lube. Usually, he kept it in his bedside table.

A gentle slap caught your attention. “You have a mouth. Use it.” His hand stroked his cock. “Spit on it, lick it. I’m not strict. Just remember this is up to you. I can’t help you if you slack off.”

“R–right.” So you did as he said—gathering as much spit as possible, you spat it all over, and licked the areas you missed. Unsure of what else to do, you kissed it all over, your own spit blemishing your cheeks.

Lohen sighed, a breathy moan escaped his lips as he leaned back. “Good, good. You’re doing great. My balls are lonely too, y’know?”

Relief washed over you at his validation, the world left the usual warm, funny feeling in your tummy. You licked at his balls too, pubes tickling your face. It smelt musky with hints of salt, and you could vaguely pick up the cologne he usually liked to wear. 

Lohen grunted at the stimulation, slowly peeling your head off him. “That’s enough. Now open up.”

You did as he said.

“Hmmm. I don’t think it’ll fit like that, bunny.” His thumb and pointer fingers slipped into your mouth, spreading your upper and lower teeth apart. “You’ve got space. Use it.” He leaned forward, as if inspecting the insides of your mouth. “Hm. Hang on.” He said casually, before two fingers slipped in, sliding across the roof of your mouth. The sensation made you writhe, a hand held the back of your head and his legs locked you into place. “How deep is your gag reflex?”

You gripped his thighs, leaving little crescent moons.

“Aw. You’re ignorin’ me. Guess I’ll have to see for myself.” He pushed deeper and deeper, until an ugly gurgle came tumbling out.

Hacking and coughing, you felt a surge of thick saliva pooling in your mouth, trembling from the sensation. Lohen cupped a hand in front of you. “Spit it out.”

You obeyed, panting once your mouth was unoccupied.

“Where should we…oh!” Lohen mumbled. You stared at the spit in his hand, glistening, as it clasped around his dick, pumping up and down intently. “Now you’ve got extra lube.” He groaned, lathering your spit all over his cock. “Well done bunny. Truly impressive.”

Embarrassed and hot, you wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Yet your gaze didn’t budge from his dick, your spit squelched with every moment.

Lohen chuckled, as if he no longer had air in his lungs. “C’mon baby, open up f’me, will you?”

This time, you opened up as wide as possible, realising you were too far gone to feel shy, embarrassed, or anything of the sort.

“Awww, you really do love cock.” Lohen cooed, as if coddling a baby. One hand slipped under your chin, stroking the flesh lovingly. His other hand grasped the roots of your hair, slowly pulling you even closer. “Well, my cock loves you too, sweetie.”

It slid into your mouth, dragging itself against your tongue. Your eyes widened at the sensation, eyelids fluttering as he sank deeper.

It was hot, as if it’d burn a hole in your throat. Your jaw stretched to accommodate him, and your tongue uselessly struggled, unfamiliar with such circumstances. The musky scent attacked you brutally, sending you into a dizzied fluster.

Your mind raced, overwhelmed with everything. Your nose raced for air and your eyelids squeezed shut, as a helpless whimper trembled in your throat.

With a hand resting in the locks of your hair, Lohen sighed, rubbing reassuring circles. 

“Shhh, it’s okay, you’re okay.” He groaned. “I won’t move until you’re ready, alright? Just feel me properly, yeah?”

You nodded, tried to—but the message got across. Your boyfriend chuckled, petting your head. “Good bunny.”

Your thighs tensed at the praise, and your cunt was pleading for some sort of attention. 

Carefully, your breathing finally paced itself, chest slowly rising and sinking. Your hands were perched onto his thighs, enjoying the hard muscle under their touch.

Lohen’s thumb pressed against your forehead. Your eyes shot open, as he smoothed out whatever he placed there.

“Hnnngh?” It was hard to speak with his dick in your mouth. “Mmmhnn—”

You looked up, and there was Lohen, fiddling with a stickerpad. Gold flashed from under the lights; gold stars, the kind that children were rewarded with.

Bastard. 

“Bunnyyy, you have to stay still.” He tutted, stroking the first sticker on your forehead. “That one was for waiting so patiently f’me. And this—” He pressed another into your skin, onto one of your temples. “—is for being so perfect and wanting to please me like this.”

Every protest came out muffled, and was always met with shushing from him.

“For getting my cock niiice and wet.” He slurred as he planted a sticker on your right cheek.

“And this one’s for givin’ me extra lube. Oooh, you look cute cross-eyed. Do it again, please?” A tiny star on your nose, which you made the mistake of trying to watch, accidentally furthering your humiliation.

“Oh, and an extra big one because I looove you~ ”

You can’t imagine how stupid you look right now. Never in your life, did you think that the stars adorning your spelling tests as a kid would end up on your skin like this.

Yet your hips rocked gently and drool spilled from your lips, addicted to his validation. It came in sickly sweet cooing, words that would’ve been demeaning, had anyone else said them to you.

(They still were. Except with Lohen, arousal accompanied instead of disgust.)

“Mmmmph.” Stop it. Giving a blowjob for the first time was embarrassing enough, the stickers made it worse. You tried to pull away, but his hands locked behind your head. “Ngh.”

“Sorry bunny, you must be feelin’ lonely.” Lohen peeled off another sticker, it waited patiently on his fingertip. “I’m gonna start moving now. I'll make sure you won't gag. Tap my thigh twice if that’s okay with you.”

You did as he said. A bit too eagerly, even.

Slowly, his hips pushed forwards, your eyes widened, watering a bit at the corners. Your brain went into overload, freaking out at how far he was going. Fingernails dug into his thighs, you’re sure you’re going to make him bleed at this rate.

In. Out. In. Out. You recited to yourself, regulating your breathing as his cock pumped in and out. It was consistent yet gentle pace. Your tongue circled around it, to the best of its ability and Lohen let out an obscene moan. 

A sticker kissed your undereye. “Well done, darlin’!! You’re doing so, so good for me.” A groan punctuated his praise, and you heard him peel off another sticker. “Oh, fuck. I love you~this feels amazing.”

Pride swelled in your chest at his flattery. The world began to spin as you propped yourself up, and bobbed your head back and forth. Your hips now rocked shamelessly as your cunt throbbed, desperate for more.

“Fuuuck, you’re so cute. So fucking cute. You have no idea how pretty you look right now. I need to take a picture.”

Another sticker on your face, the adhesive felt cool against your burning skin. A shaky hand stroked your hair, as his moans echoed in a satisfying chorus throughout his room. 

You’re making Lohen feel good. Lohen’s happy. He even wants to take a photo of you ruining yourself for him.

Suddenly, oxygen wasn’t necessary. Optional, if you had to put a label on it.

You picked up the speed, possessed by an aroused frenzy and a determination to make him come. You want to make a mess of him, to moan even more than he already was, and to watch him tremble with the aftermath of an orgasm. You just wanted him to tell you that you did a good job again, as you relished the control he had over your pace.

The squelching echoed alongside your whining. Each hand planted itself onto your cheeks before pull you off, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. “Keep it open.” Lohen grunted, fervently jerking himself off. “T–tongue out, ngh—”

You did as told, watching the viscous white dribble onto your tongue. You took a moment to swallow, the bitter saltiness permeated your throat, before you started panting, catching up on all the air you missed out on. “Was that good…?” Your posture slumped as you mumbled, resting your cheek against his thigh, your spit smearing all over it.

“You were perfect, bunny.” Lohen chuckled. “So fucking good. Let’s wash up now, yeah?”

Even the constellations of the night would be jealous of how you looked.

As the bathtub filled itself, you inspected yourself through the bathroom mirror, clothes discarded in the wash as your fingers glided over the stickers.

Lohen didn’t hesitate, you were covered in them, with your chin being the only untouched area. You reached for a large one on your cheek, but your wrist was captured first.

“Keep them on.” He whined, also unclothed.

“I look like a clown.” You grumbled, but you obliged. “Where did you even come up with that idea?”

Lohen shrugged. “You have a praise kink.”

Your cheeks flared up even more. “W–well yeah, but did you really have to—y’know…” You didn’t have a response, earning a smirk from Lohen.

His arms wrapped around you, a tight vice around your waist. “Awww, well, I love you tooo.” His chin settled on your shoulder, before his fingers ventured across your chest. “Oooh, this one's excited.” He poked a nipple, making you squirm and whimper, eliciting a mischievous giggle from him. 

Out came the sticker pad. “God Lohen, n–no more—when did you even bring those here?”

“Does it matter?” Lohen peeled off another sticker. “Need to reward it for getting turned on for me too.” He inspected the almost empty sticker pad. “Aw. ‘m running out already.”

You conceded, letting him stick a star near your nipple. “You’re not gonna ever let this go, are you?”

“Nopeee, because I love you waaaay too much. Your fault for looking this cute. Blame yourself, not me.” Lohen drawled, before planting a wet kiss on your lips. His brows furrowed with concentration, fingers pinching and tugging at your other nipple. "C'mon..." He mumbled. "You can do it." A calloused thumb kept stroking at your nipple, determined to get it needy and erect.

You writhed, clinging onto the edge of the sink. Lohen was unbothered by this, entertained, even.

With a final pinch, Lohen celebrated with a devilish grin, flicking your nipple before it earned a sticker. "Theeeere we go." Lohen pressed a kiss on it, ignoring how you bit your lip to stifle a moan. "Well done."

The bath was long ignored, it was probably more than ready by now.

Your gaze drifted downwards, watching his cock slowly come back to life. It trailed back up to his face, where a devious smirk awaited you.

Lohen's fingers slithered down between your thighs, feeling around for your arousal. "Wanna find out how else I can reward you, bunny?"

Riddle Rosehearts 🌹:

After what seemed to be months of preparation for yours and Riddle’s wedding, it was finally all over. Your husband had booked one of the most historic and beautiful places for your honeymoon as well: The Rosemund Manor.

The estate resided in the secluded countryside of the Queendom of Roses and was known for its luxurious rose gardens. The history of the manor could be dated back all the way to the Queen of Hearts, which made it a landmark of pride for citizens of the Queendom of Roses.

While looking online at photos, you were in awe at how far out Riddle would have had to book the estate. In accordance with the Queen of Heart’s rules, the estate could only be booked every other week, and never purchased on a Tuesday.

As the heavy wooden doors to the manor shut behind you, it feels as though the echos of voices from your ceremony disappear. All that was left now was you and your newly married husband.

The two of you walk hand in hand, your golden rings shining on your respective fingers. Riddle holds the door to the master suite for you before stepping in himself. You take in the elegant bedroom complete with silk sheets and a balcony overlooking the garden.

Riddle stands in the center of the room, looking at you. He is still dressed in his formal coat, every button done up properly.

For years, Riddle kept his heart under lock and key. But tonight, looking at you in the soft glow of the sunset seeping through the windows, he cannot help but let his rules melt away. All that remained now was the consuming desire to belong to you fully.

“We are finally wed.” Riddle finally says softly as he fidgets with his hands.

“There are no rules for tonight. Only… you and I.”

Riddle steps over to where you are standing. His gaze trails down, taking in your beautiful figure with an intensity that brings a blush to his cheeks.

His fingers are precise but trembling as he begins to help you out of your formal clothing. Everytime his skin touches yours, he lets out a breath. Riddle’s lips find your neck as he begins to kiss along your collarbone. As his head dips lower, his breathing becomes more intense.

Although Riddle prides himself in his composure, the feeling of your hands running through his crimson hair has him completely unraveling. A soft, needy whimper escapes his mouth as you begin to slowly unbutton his shirt. The rigid Housewarden is long gone, all that remains now is a man craving his wife.

You tilt your head back as he continues to ravish your neck. When he finally leans back and admires his work, you tilt his chin up and crash your lips onto his.

All the kisses between the two of you leading up to this day can barely hold a candle to this one as you two devour each other. Riddle begins to strip you of your clothes fully after you’ve successfully unbuckled his dress pants.

The kiss is broken as you step out of your clothes and lay down on the crimson silk sheets, looking up at him with longing eyes. Your husband quickly discards his own pants before hovering over you and placing his lips back on yours.

Both of your hands run along each other’s bodies as you explore one another as husband and wife. Riddle slowly begins to lose himself in his passion as he trails his fingers down your stomach before sliding them into your wet heat. You quickly break the kiss with a moan as his fingers curl inside of you.

“Let me guide you, my rose. Just focus on my touch.”

You nod as he begins to slowly thrust his fingers into you. He recaptured your lips as his thumb finds your clit and begins to fondle it. Your hips buck against his hand as you quickly begin to reach your climax due to all the pleasure.

Riddle begins to piston his fingers until they are stroking your sweet spot. Finally, you break the kiss and moan loudly as you reach your peak. Riddle stares down at you with pure adoration as he guides you through your orgasm.

As he removes his fingers from within you, he slowly starts to stroke his painfully hard erection.

“Are you ready, my dear?”

You nod, just eager to be filled again as your pussy clamps around nothing. Riddle intertwines one hand with yours while lining up his cock with his other. After he is fully inside of you, your walls clench around his length.

The second you give a curt nod, Riddle slowly begins to move. You squeeze his hand as his pace quickens.

Your matching wedding bands rub against each other as he hammers into you, babbling about how beautiful you look taking him.

Desperate to kiss your husband, you take your hands and wrap them around his neck, effectively pulling him down to meet your lips. He continues to thrust his hips into time with yours as you both swallow each other whole. Riddle breaks the kiss with a groan before pressing his forehead to yours.

“Darling… I’m going to…” He groans.

“Going to come..” You immediately nod in response as you near your own climax.

“C-Come inside.”

Riddle looks up at you, clearly shocked by this. But then your walls clamp down on his dick, and he cannot help but reach his peak.

“I love you… Oh sevens… I love you so much, y/n…” He whimpers out before coming with a loud groan. Shortly after, you squeeze his hand, reaching your own release. Riddle allows you to slowly milk his cock as you both come down from your highs.

When he finally pulls out of you, he presses a long kiss to your lips. The two of you sit there silently for a moment as you softly trail circles around his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You yawn sleepily, and Riddle immediately sits up, insisting he clean you up real quick.

The two of you go into the bathroom connected to the suite. As Riddle begins to draw the water in the luxurious porcelain tub, you step in.

Your husband quickly follows, both of you now submerged in the warm water. Riddle wraps your hand around his own before resting his head back. After a moment, he holds up your intertwined hands with a small, carefree smile.

“I still cannot quite believe…” He brings your hand to his mouth and kisses it. “You’re my wife now.”

For a man who spent his entire life standing perfectly straight, he completely relaxes against you. He buries his face in the crook of your wet neck, inhaling deeply, letting out a long, contented sigh that stirs the damp hairs at your nape.

Once you two have dried off, Riddle wraps you up in a cozy robe then you both snuggle together in the large bed. You fall asleep right beside each other, and for once, Riddle doesn’t have a care in the world. He knows the two of you will be a team from now to forever, and that’s all he could ever want.

Leona Kingscholar 🦁:

The last thing that Leona wanted was a big wedding. However, his family insisted your marriage be treated like the royal wedding it was. You ended up agreeing, and Leona simply couldn’t say no to his beautiful soon-to-be wife.

That being said, Leona made sure it was clear he wanted absolutely no crowded tourist spots for your honeymoon. In fact, he said that your honeymoon had to be in a private place so he could have you all to himself.

While you handled all the wedding preparations with your mother-in-law and sister-in-law, Leona took it upon himself to make sure the private oasis in the royal reserve could be your honeymoon destination.

You had never seen the royal reserve, so the stunning, open-walled villa that overlooked the private oasis was dazzling to you. Leona was just happy it was secluded and that he had absolutely nothing else to do.

The second you had opened the large villa doors, Leona had already shed his formal vest, throwing it aimlessly on a chair. He wraps his arms around you, lifting your hand to his face as he smirked at your wedding band.

“Finally.” He mutters softly as he admires your pretty ring.

“No more old men talking, no more royal protocol. Just me and my woman.”

Your husband buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. His rough tongue licks a sensitive spot right beneath your ear, making you gasp. You feel Leona grin before his teeth gently graze at your collarbone, leaving a small mark.

It seems as though Leona cannot wait another second to be inside of you as he starts to handle your clothes with eagerness. His rough, calloused hands trace every curve of your body, his touch is warm, igniting a feverish heat between you.

As Leona begins to try basically tearing off your dress, you move his hands softly as you chuckle.

“Unzip it, Leona. You’re not about to ruin my wedding dress!”

Leona smirks down at you then clicks his tongue before leaning down.

“I’ll just buy you a new one.” His lips crash into yours with surprising urgency. You moan into the kiss as he begins to caress your curves roughly. Leona leads you two towards the bed, immediately boxing you in after falling into it.

He breaks the kiss, breathing heavily as he quickly strips you of your dress, muttering about how badly he needs to see his pretty wife. The second your whole body is exposed to him, your husband groans softly before attaching his lips to your neck, slowly nibbling at your skin.

Your hands fly into his hair. As you tug and moan, Leona’s desire only expands. He finally reaches down to your soaked hole before quickly easing in two thick fingers. You gasp as your walls clench around him tightly.

“Fuck baby… you’re taking me so well.. can’t even imagine how good it’ll feel when my dick’s in you.” He begins to hammer his fingers into you, finding your sweet spot with ease as if he has your body memorized already.

“Leona… Leona, gonna come!” You moan out desperately as your walls tighten around him. Your husband smirks and begins to rub your clit. Your eyes clench shut and you meet your release around his fingers immediately.

Your juices coat Leona’s fingers as he pulls out. He smirks at your dripping pussy before bringing his fingers to his mouth, sucking them dry. As you slowly begin coming down from your orgasm, Leona wastes no time, shedding his dress pants off quickly.

Piercing green eyes scan your naked body as Leona strokes his cock to full attention. He climbs back up over you before lining himself up with your entrance. As he enters you, he lets out a loud groan of your name as you suck him in.

There’s only so much a lion can do against his own instincts, so before you know it, Leona is thrusting into you at a steady rate. He nails your sweet spot with every thrust, successfully bringing you closer to your peak.

As your husband fondles your clit while continuing his assault on your pussy, you begin to moan loudly. Leona groans in response.

“Yeah, keep making those sounds for me. I’ve been waiting all day to hear them.” Leona mutters as he leans down and begins kissing your flushed skin.

Small love bites litter your skin as Leona pulls away to focus on thrusting into you, his speed increasing. The head of his cock nails into your sweet spot one more time and you suddenly cannot even warn him you’ve reached your peak before you’re coming undone around him.

Leona groans as he watches your face become flushed with absolute bliss. Shortly after, his own release comes as he floods your pussy with his seed. He proceeds to shallowly thrust in you at a slow pace while kissing along your body.

When he finally pulls out, his green eyes widen at the arousing sight of your hole stuffed with a mix of both your fluids. You begin to get up, wanting to check out the rest of the villa, but Leona quickly presses you back down on the bed with a smirk.

“You married a lion, remember? You should've known I’d be greedy with my mate. Now be a good girl and wrap your legs around me."

Let’s just say it’s going to be a long (but good) honeymoon!

Azul Ashengrotto 🐙:

From the moment Azul proposed to you to the day of your marriage, everything was planned out. Your fiancé took it upon himself to prepare literally everything down to the last minute so it was perfect. The cake tasting and venue was scheduled the second you said yes.

This precise scheduling also included your honeymoon. Azul never takes off work, so you were surprised when he told you he was taking a whole weekend off for your honeymoon. When the two of you arrive at the overwater villa, Azul proudly presents the itinerary for the weekend.

But Azul never took into account just how intoxicating having you for the first time would be. After having a lovely dinner by the sea, you and Azul made your way to the master suite. The bed was enormous with beautiful silk sheets and a dozen fluffy pillows.

The door shuts behind Azul as he immediately lets his shoulders drop, a long shaky sigh leaving his lips. He removes his glasses, setting them on the nightstand before turning to face you. Azul had spent his whole life trying to build an untouchable persona for himself. But after looking at you in your beautiful bridal attire, he realizes he doesn’t need a single shield. You love him, tentacles and all.

Azul approaches you slowly, his silver hair catching the light. He is a perfectionist by nature, and his touch is deliberate, laced with the desire to please you. His hands, which are usually so steady, shake hesitantly as he begins to slowly unzip your dress.

When his fingers graze against your bare back, a shiver runs through him. Azul leans down, pressing his head into the crook of your neck.

"I spent months planning every detail of the wedding to ensure perfection," Azul murmurs, his voice stripped of its usual theatrical, businessman cadence. It’s softer now, carrying a raw, breathless vulnerability. "But looking at you now... I realize the only perfect thing here is you."

After speaking, he presses a feverish, needy kiss to your neck. Your hands instinctively fly up to his hair, combing through the locks. For a man that prides himself on his composure, he sure does lose it very quickly once your hands are on him. Your husband moves his face from the nape of your neck and crashes his lips onto yours.

The two of you are pressed up against each other as your hands wander to tear off articles of clothing. Azul steps backwards, quickly stumbling onto the bed. The kiss break as he hovers over you, his blue eyes darkened with passion and lust. He quickly lets go of all his remaining defenses as his lips find yours once more.

As the kiss deepens, you grab Azul’s hand, leading it in between your thighs. Although your husband had been preparing and researching for months in order to make sure you feel pleasure, it seems all his mental notes went out the window when he felt your wet core. Two fingers lightly stroke your folds as he breaks the kiss, looking into your eyes, which are watering over as he fondles your pulsing lips.

He really does try to let you take your time, but he could barely think straight as your walls clamped around his two fingers. Azul takes in every small twitch of your face as you come down from your high with a moan. As he begins to line himself up with your seeping entrance, he silently tells himself that he will remain calm and assure max pleasure for you.

That completely goes out the window… well the calm part at least. The second Azul is fully sheathed inside of you, he becomes a whimpering mess. It’s unlike anything he could have ever imagined. Your pretty moans fill his ears and your walls cling to his cock like a vice as he begins to move slowly.

As Azul’s pace quickens, you find yourself nearing your orgasm already. His eyes remain locked on your face, watching your expressions as if you are the most fascinating thing in the world to him. You moan out his name as you go right over the edge, in response, Azul mutters out.

"Ah... sevens, you're shaking so beautifully around me. Keep doing that. Squeeze me right there." Azul begins to reach his own climax as you ride his cock through your own. His thrusts become more sloppy as his seed spills inside you.

Once he had finished helping you come down from your peak, he slowly pulled out, memorized by the beautiful mess he made of your hole. After giving you a quick peck on the forehead, he cleaned up before going over to his suitcase, pulling out a laptop.

You look up from your spot on the bed, confused as to what he was doing.

"Azul...?" you mumble, blinking up at him. "What are you doing? Can’t you do work tomorrow or something?”

Azul doesn't look up from his laptop, his glasses entirely forgotten as he types furiously. "I am completely rewriting our contract with the resort," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly, and intensely focused rumble.

"And I am sending a highly authoritative email to Jade and Floyd, informing them that if they contact me for any reason short of the Mostro Lounge physically burning to the ground, I will personally see to it that their bonuses are liquidated."

You blink, stifling a yawn. "Wait, what? But we're supposed to leave on Sunday afternoon..."

"We were," Azul corrects smoothly, finally closing the device down with a definitive click. He turns back to you, a heavy, hooded, and fiercely possessive gaze locking onto yours. He slides down into the bed, trapping you beneath his heavy frame, his strong arms wrapping around your waist to lock you flush against him.

"I am officially extending our reservation," he whispers against your lips, his breath warm and hitching as his fingers trace the curve of your hip. "We are staying for the entire week. The Lounge can manage without me, but I find that I am entirely, completely incapable of functioning if I have to take you out of this bed."

You let out a soft laugh, your hands sliding up his bare chest. "Azul, you're ruining your perfect schedule."

"Let it ruin," he growls softly, his composure completely melting away as he buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent with a needy, desperate hunger.

"My calculations were entirely flawed, my pearl. A mere forty-eight hours with my wife is an insultingly low return on investment. I need you for the next seven days straight.”

Jamil Viper 🐍:

The moment Jamil proposed to you, Kalim tried to persuade him to have a big wedding. However, the last thing Jamil wanted was some huge, loud event with random people. He also refused to use anything from the Asim household even though Kalim offered dozens of times to help.

Your fiancé handled just about everything with extreme precision. He simply didn’t trust anyone else to make it perfect. Jamil’s whole life had been about someone else, and now he wanted to make sure today was just about you and him, his one true soulmate.

As much as you tried to wrestle it out of him, Jamil refused to tell you what he had in mind for your honeymoon. He would simply smile and tell you he had it all under control.

When you both arrived after the wedding, you were shocked. The place was entirely off the grid with beautiful stone walls surrounding it. Ever since Jamil had come across this place a few months ago, he knew it was perfect.

To Jamil, this was the best place for you two. In this completely isolated sanctuary, there are no masters to serve and no prying eyes—just the quiet music of the desert wind, rich crimson silks, and absolute freedom with his wife.

As the two of you unpack, Jamil seems extremely at peace, more than you’ve ever seen him look before. After checking out the whole place, you both end up in the master suite.

Jamil doesn't immediately turn to look at you. Instead, he stands in the center of the candlelit bedroom and takes a long, slow, grounding breath. With practiced grace, his long fingers reach for the heavy, jewel-encrusted collar of his white and gold groom’s robes.

He doesn't rush you. Jamil crosses the room with the silent, hypnotic grace of a desert serpent. He reaches out, his large, warm hand—now wearing a matching platinum wedding ring—gently cupping the side of your jaw. His thumb traces your lower lip, tilting your head up so you have no choice but to look directly into his eyes.

"Look at me," Jamil murmurs, his voice dropping to a low, smooth, and incredibly smoky pitch that sends a violent shiver straight down your spine. "No more crowds. No more family duties. No one else's schedule. There isn't a soul within miles of this valley who can hear us."

Your husband leans down slowly before pressing his lips to yours. Jamil had spent years practicing his self-restraint but as your hands run through his silky dark hair, that limit shatters. His kiss turns fierce and heavy, his tongue parting your lips with an eager, possessive rhythm. 

While he kisses you breathless, his other hand slides down to your waist, his strong fingers gripping your hip with a sudden, firm desperation that pulls your lower body flush against his. With a low, possessive growl, he effortlessly scoops you up into his arms, carrying you toward the bed draped in crimson silks to finally claim his wife.

As your tongues continue exploring each other’s mouths, Jamil slides his hands under your dress. You moan into the kiss as his warm skin ignites your skin. Without warning, he simply slips two thick digits into you. Your hips immediately buck up as he curls his fingers inside of you. Jamil pulls away, clearly pleased by your reaction.

He quickly sinks a third finger inside of you, resulting in your whole body shaking from the added pleasure.

"You’re trembling so beautifully under my hands. Don't worry, darling... I'm going to take my time breaking you tonight."

You press your head back further into the pillows as Jamil begins to quickly pump his fingers in and out. He watches every single micro-expression on your face. He tracks the way your pupils dilate in the dim candlelight, the way your lips part to let out a needy whine, and the way the flush of heat rises from your collarbone to your cheeks.

Before you know it, you’re crying out his name as your walls tighten around him when you reach your orgasm. Jamil slows down somewhat, but continues to finger the liquid back inside. He pulls them out slowly, staring at the sticky fluid coating his fingers. Keeping eye contact with you, he brings them to his mouth, slowly sucking your juices off.

Jamil sits upward, quickly pulling off his dress pants as you begin coming down from your high. Your husband is extremely quick as he’s already sinking into your tight heat, groaning about how good you feel.

Once he bottoms out inside of you, your hand quickly finds his. His lust-filled eyes peer into your own as he hovers over you before hammering into you, the head of his cock nailing your sweet spot.

The second he found that angle which made you moan the loudest, he begins thrusting into you ruthlessly. Your eyes clamp shut as you wraith on the bed desperately. Jamil’s hand snakes around your body, carefully finding your clit. He hums thoughtfully with a grin as you whimper in response to him nudging it.

"You're completely unraveled under me. Don't you dare close your eyes. Look at me while I take you." Jamil purrs in his silky voice. Your legs instinctively wrap around him as you near your climax. As you come down from your high, you yell out his name as he groans, reaching his own peak. His movements lose their neat calculation and turn into a fierce, frantic, and heavy desperation as his load floods into you.

He slowly pulls out after making sure he didn’t go to rough on you. You begin to get up in order to clean yourself, but Jamil picks you up, setting you back on the bed with a chuckle. He explains he’s not letting you do that before he then cleans you up himself. Afterwards, Jamil lays right beside you.

In the absolute silence of the desert canyon, away from all of society, Jamil speaks in a low, sleepy purr that is entirely stripped of his usual sarcasm or guarded tone.

As you drift off to sleep, he gently presses his lips to the back of your shoulder, tracing the platinum wedding ring on your finger with his thumb. "I never thought I'd get to have something just for myself.”

He whispers in the dark, his voice thick with raw emotion. "Thank you. For choosing me. For being here."

Kalim Al Asim ⚜️:

Everyone knows how much Kalim Al Asim likes a party. Therefore, there was no surprise when everyone in the Scalding Sands and every student at Night Raven was invited to your wedding.

To put it simply, your wedding was a global spectacle. Kalim refused to let anyone be excluded, so the festivities lasted nearly all weekend. Never once did he leave you on your own though, he doted on your every need leading up to the main ceremony.

Once the festivities were over, you and Kalim left for your honeymoon immediately. He got permission to take the Asim family magic carpet, and the two of you rode on it all the way to your honeymoon destination: The Silk Terrace.

This palace oasis had been owned by the Asim’s for many generations. Kalim may love a good party, but he wanted to give you his full undivided attention, which was possible at the estate.

The heavy, gold-leafed doors of the bridal suite click closed, finally shutting out the rest of the world. Kalim takes off his heavy, gem-crusted ceremonial turban, running a hand through his white hair with a soft, happy sigh. He turns to look at you, his crimson eyes practically sparkling in the candlelight.

His eyes scan your elegant bridal clothing. All he can think about is how he hasn’t seen anything more beautiful than you right now.

"We're finally married," Kalim whispers, a massive, brilliant smile breaking across his face. He walks over to you, his hands—now adorning a heavy gold wedding band along with the rest of his gold jewelry- gently caress your face.

"I've been waiting for this moment all day. My beautiful wife. I'm the luckiest guy in the world."  Kalim pecks your lips with a giggle before running his hands along your body, feeling the soft silk of your wedding outfit.

You wrap your arms around Kalim’s neck, dragging his head down to connect his lips to yours. Kalim eagerly kisses you back, slipping his tongue into your mouth as his hands slide to your back, fiddling with the zipper.

He doesn't rush, pausing to press soft, eager kisses to your shoulders and neck. Every time you shiver, he laughs softly against your skin, pulling you closer.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice dropping to a lower, breathless register. "I want to make sure you feel like a queen tonight." 

You giggle as you run your hands through his short hair.

“You already make me feel like that, silly.” Kalim smiles in response before whirling you around, setting you on the bed. You stare up at him in shock, but his normal smile just remains on his face as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

His hands begin to wander around your body as he leans down, pressing his lips to your flushed skin.

"You're so warm... ah, your skin feels amazing against mine. I've been waiting for this all day." Kalim mutters against your skin as he kisses along your collarbone. You whimper as your hands fly to his hair, tugging gently as he nibbles on your skin.

“K-Kalim.. please… need you.” You whine out as he sucks a particular dark spot onto your neck. He looks up with a grin.

“Huh? Where at, baby?” Kalim cocks his head as he runs a hand down your body. You grab his hand and set it right over your aching pussy. As his fingers graze over where you need him most, you moan out, resulting in Kalim groaning before quickly slipping a hand under your clothes.

His index finger swipes through your dripping heat, the cool metal of his rings make you moan out as you throw your head back on the bed. Kalim quickly sinks his index finger in, slowly pulling it in and out of you.

“More… I need more..” You whisper to him as your hips begin to roll in rhythm with his finger. Kalim happily obliges, sliding in two more fingers. He continues to pump them into you until your walls tighten around his three digits.

“Are you going to come, habibi?” Kalim questions as he looks up at you. You nod desperately as you gush around his fingers. Your husband stares at you with pure wonder before pulling his fingers out.

He leans down, immediately kissing you desperately. As Kalim’s body hovers over yours, the two of you begin to grind against each other. You can feel Kalim’s erection begun to poke through his pants as he kisses you like there’s no tomorrow.

Once you two part for air, Kalim heaves from being out of breath as he fumbles with his pants. You immediately reach up, helping him take out his aching cock. In return, Kalim helps shimmy your clothes off you. He groans the second he scans your full body.

“Habibi… oh sevens.” The young heir continues to stare at you. Feeling self conscious, you wrap your arms around yourself as a blush floods your face. Kalim gently grabs your hands before looking into your eyes.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

As if a wire had snapped inside of you, you are kissing Kalim passionately while guiding his hard cock to your entrance. He slowly begins to push in, watching your face as you become accustomed to his length.

Once his cock is fully inside of you, he waits a second, allowing both of you to adjust.

"Ah... gods, you feel so good. You're so soft and tight around me, it's making my head spin." Kalim groans as he begins to slowly rut into you. As pleasure washes over the both of you, you near your climaxes together.

Your walls tighten around his cock as he slides back into you, and he simply cannot keep a constant rhythm anymore. When you reached your own climax, you came around Kalim’s cock with a loud moan of his name. Thrusting into you messily, Kalim reaches his own high, babbling about how good it feels to stuff his cum deep inside of you.

He collapses on you as he begins to come down from his peak. Since he’s extremely pussy drunk, he presses small heated kisses all over your body. Once he finally pulls out, he makes it his mission to finger the combination of your fluids back in.

The second you both are cleaned up, Kalim clings to you like a hyper-affectionate cuddle bug. He will let out soft, happy chuckles against your skin, his crimson eyes wide and sparkling in the moonlight. 

"I can't believe we're finally married,"  He beams, his voice thick with sleep and absolute adoration. "You look so pretty right now... you're entirely my wife, and I'm the luckiest guy in the world!"

You giggle softly before pecking his cheek. The two of you curl up together, slowly dozing off.

Vil Schoenheit 👑:

For the past few months, all your fiancé has been doing is preparing for your wedding. In Vil’s mind, the wedding of Vil Schoenheit and his muse could be nothing less than the event of the century. Your wedding took place at a lovely venue completely closed off from the paparazzi as Vil insisted on making the day all about you two.

In fact, Vil refuses to let anyone else design your attire. Every stitch, bead, and fold of your wedding garment is crafted by his own hands over months of tireless, secret work. Overall, the celebration is a whirlwind of high society elegance, but Vil never lets you drift more than an arm's length away.

While the wedding was of the utmost elegance, Vil chose a more simple honeymoon destination. He knew of a secluded estate tucked deep into a private valley and immediately knew it was the place.

The moment the heavy wooden doors of your private chateau click shut, locking the rest of the world out, the poised celebrity slips away. What remains is a fiercely possessive, exhausted, and deeply enamored husband. He drops the travel bags onto the floor with a rare lack of concern for order, his focus instantly narrowing down to you.

He walks over to you slowly, his amethyst eyes dark and intense. He doesn't say a word at first; he simply traps you between his arms against the heavy oak door, leaning his forehead against yours just to breathe you in.

"Finally," he murmurs, his velvety voice rougher and lower than usual. His hands slide up from your waist to cup your face, his thumbs gently wiping away the remnants of the day's stress from your temples. "No cameras. No managers. No adoring crowds. Just my wife.”

Before anything else, Vil insists on taking care of you, transforming his usual meticulous beauty standards into an act of deep devotion. He guides you to a massive, freestanding marble tub already steaming with warm water infused with his custom essential oils.

With immense patience, he helps you out of your elaborate wedding attire, treating your body like the most precious artifact in existence. He sits behind you in the water, taking a brush to gently work through your hair, untangling the elaborate styling from the ceremony.

His long, elegant fingers massage your scalp and shoulders, working out every ounce of tension until you are completely pliable against his chest. When the bath is over, he wraps you in a plush, silk robe that matches his own, lifting you effortlessly into his arms to carry you to the bedroom.

His long, elegant fingers slide beneath the lapels of your silk robe, slowly parting the fabric to expose the bare skin of your shoulders. His touch is light, almost reverent, as if he is unwrapping the single most valuable thing he has ever owned.

You reach up to touch his chest, your fingers unbuttoning the remaining silk ties of his own robe. Underneath, his heart is hammering wildly against his ribs. It is a thrilling contrast—the untouchable queen of the silver screen, completely undone and breathless just from being near you.

He leans down, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin just beneath your ear, sending a fierce shiver straight down your spine. "No more performances," he murmurs, his velvety voice dropping into a low, raspy register that vibrates against your skin. "No more masks. Look at me. See exactly who you belong to."

He kisses your jawline, your throat, and the dip of your collarbone, his mouth hot and demanding. His hands slide down to grip your waist, his long fingers pressing firmly into your hips to pull your body flush against his.

You run your fingers through Vil’s hair as he continues his ‘assault’ on your neck. Your hands explore his body from below his robe and you begin to slowly pump his cock to full attention. Your husband chuckles against your skin once he feels this.

“Eager for me to fuck you?” He asks in that smooth tone of his. You nod immediately, just wanting the ache between your thighs to be satisfied. He smiles before grabbing his erection from your smaller hands.

“I suppose I shall indulge this for you, my fairest one.” Without further ado, Vil lines himself up with your entrance and slides right in.

Vil reaches up and captures your hands, pinning them gently but firmly against the velvet pillows beside your head. He laces his long, elegant fingers through yours, forcing the matching purple diamond wedding bands on your fingers to click together—a tangible, glittering reminder of the eternal vows you made only hours before.

His pace starts off agonizingly slow, his movements heavy and unhurried as he ensures your body acclimates to his size and heat. Once he feels you relax and open up completely beneath him, his pace shifts. The slow luxury turns into a deep, rhythmic, and intoxicating tide of passion.

Unable to hold on much longer, you moan out Vil’s name as you beg him to keep going. Of course he obeys as he continues hammering it you as you come around him. The feeling of your walls tightening brings Vil to his own climax as he lets out a graceful groan of your name before coming inside of you.

After assuring you are well, Vil pulls out, immediately making sure to clean you up. Once he got back into his comfortable robe, he carried you to the bathroom, insisting you still do your skincare routines together even on your honeymoon.

The two of you cuddle up beside one another, content with the silence that fills the room. You fall asleep to the feeling of his lips pressed softly against the crown of your head, both of you completely exhausted, deeply content, and irrevocably bound together as husband and wife.

Idia Shroud 🖥️:

If Idia had his way, you two would have had a Discord web-marriage with automated paperwork, but since he is the head of the massive, ancient Shroud family, a tiny physical ceremony is the ultimate compromise.

Aside from the officiant, the physical headcount is strictly limited. Ortho is the Best Man (and the entire wedding planning committee). Your side gets one or two of your absolute closest friends and Grim!

To satisfy the ancient Shroud family elders and elite Board members, Ortho sets up a highly encrypted, one-way livestream. The guests are all muted, their cameras are off, and their icons are minimized on a small floating screen. Idia treats them like Twitch viewers—completely ignored.

Idia glances at the security monitors showing the livestream has successfully ended. He slumps back into a plush gaming chair, loosening his tie with a massive sigh of relief.

He pulls you straight down onto his lap, burying his face in your shoulder. "We survived the boss fight," he whispers, his blue flames warming your skin as a genuine, relaxed smile finally hits his face. "Pack the bags. Let's get out of here and go.”

For your honeymoon, Idia has bypassed all the traditional romantic hotspots and bought out a high-tech, ultra-luxurious private island villa in a completely restricted zone.

The moment the heavy security doors lock automatically behind you, Idia lets out the loudest, most dramatic sigh of relief in his entire life. He rips off his formal Shroud family tuxedo jacket and tosses it onto the floor.

Idia looks at you standing there in your wedding attire, and his breath hitches. He’s spent years admiring you from behind screens or with a stuttering voice, but the golden ring on your finger changes his code entirely.

Regardless of how badly he wants to touch you, you step up to him first, wrapping your arms around his neck. Idia sucks in a breath as he marvels at how incredible your touch feels.

"I-I'm going to ruin it," he mumbles, his voice cracking slightly as he refuses to look you in the eye. "My stats for this are literally zero. What if I touch you wrong? What if I'm too clumsy? You’re... you're perfect, and I’m just an absolute basement-dwelling NPC who managed to glitch into the best endgame route."

He wants to hold you so badly it hurts, but his arms are locked at his sides. Every time his fingers twitch toward the hem of your silk robe, he pulls his hand back.

"Hey," you whisper softly, offering him a reassuring smile. You take both of his trembling hands in yours and slowly guide them to your waist. The moment his long, pale fingers make contact with your skin through the smooth silk, a ragged, breathless gasp hitches in his throat.

You lean forward, pressing your lips softly against his, breaking through his mental firewall with a tender, unhurried kiss.

With you guiding the rhythm of the kiss, Idia's frantic breathing begins to steady, his panic slowly melting into a heavy, intoxicating focus.

You slide your hands up his chest, gently pushing him backward until his tall, lean frame is resting against the plush pillows.

After breaking the kiss, you dip your hand into his robe, searching for his cock. You climb over him, settling yourself comfortably over his lap as you begin to stroke his half-hard cock. Your husband rests his head on the pillows as he whimpers out your name. You look at him lovingly, nodding as you continue to rub him off.

You slowly untie your robe, gently taking one of Idia’s hands, guiding it to your chest. His cold hand gropes your chest hesitantly before squeezing a bit harder. You nod desperately as you continue to stroke his cock while he caresses your tits.

Finally, you sit upward before sinking down onto his cock. Once you are fully on him, you run your hands along his chest, waiting patiently for him to give you the okay. This takes a moment as Idia is currently a blushing, whimpering mess as your walls squeeze around him.

Finally, he gives you a curt nod. You slowly ease off his cock before sitting back down on it. As you begin to set a rhythm, Idia’s hands find their way to your hips, slowly helping you bounce up and down on his cock.

“Are you going to come for me, baby?” You purr seductively as he throws his head back with a groan. After you slam your hips down into his one last time, Idia whimpers out your name as he comes.

His fluid floods your pussy as you continue to bob up and down on his cock. His hands find your chest as he begins to toy with your nipples. You nod desperately as you use Idia to chase your own high.

Luckily for you, your husband has read nearly a dozen hentai. He used that knowledge to hesitately fidget with your clit and chest. Before you can even register what’s happening, your whole vision turns white as you come on Idia’s cock.

Once the two of you had calmed down, you slowly pulled off of Idia’s softening dick. He lets out a content sigh before carefully spooning you. In all honesty, you are shocked. In all your time dating Idia, he rarely started physical contact. The two of you relax for a second then he speaks in a stuttering, silent voice.

"Hey..." he murmurs into the dark, his voice a low, raspy rumble against the back of your neck. "You really just... did that. You carried the entire party through the final boss fight. I was literally glitching out, and you just overrode my entire system... Thank you. For real. You're too good for an NPC like me."

You look up at him, tilting his head to meet yours.

“Don’t say that about yourself. There’s no one else I would rather be with, Idia. If anything you’re too cool for me.” You laugh as you wrap your arms around him tight. Idia turns bright red before patting your back awkwardly, still getting used to physical touch.

“Y-Yeah yeah… Just never be anyone else’s player two, okay? You’re accounted for now..”

Malleus Draconia 🐉:

For centuries, Malleus lived as an untouchable, isolated entity feared by the world. But growing into his full power as King only made his devotion to his human spouse more terrifyingly beautiful.

The moment the ancient, iron doors of his private chambers seal shut, his royal composure fractures. His draconic instincts—possessive, fiercely protective, and deeply starved for your touch—take absolute control.

Malleus has bypassed modern resorts, bringing you to a hidden, ancestral castle perched atop a misty cliff in the most secluded region of the Valley of Thorns.

You stand there in your wedding attire, and Malleus’s breath catches. He stalks across the room, his towering frame casting a massive shadow over you. He traps you against the carved stone wall, his large, claw-tipped hands resting on either side of your head.

"For a human, a lifetime is but a blink of an eye," he rasps, his voice dangerously low, vibrating straight through your chest. He reaches out, his cool fingers tracing your jawline down to the golden ring on your finger. "Yet you chose to bind your fleeting breath to my eternal one.”

When he lifts you effortlessly and lays you back onto the dark fur blankets, his ancient magic charges the very air, making your skin tingle with static electricity.

Malleus shifts his heavy, powerful frame completely between your thighs. He reaches up, pinning your hands gently but firmly to the pillows. His large hands completely engulf yours, forcing your matching wedding bands to lock together.

You whine out his name as you beg him to touch you. The fae slowly strips you of your formal clothing then does the same for himself.

He presses his hips down, sliding into you with a slow, agonizingly deep, and majestic luxury. He refuses to let you look away from his glowing eyes. As you adjust to his enormous length, you grab hold of his hand, squeezing as he continues to push into you.

"Cry out my name," he groans, a low, draconic purr rattling in his throat as his breath burns hot against your neck. "Let the entire valley know who you belong to. You are my treasure. My mate. Mine to protect, mine to ruin, mine for eternity."

Malleus knows how difficult it would be for a mortal to take his cock, so he sits completely still as you continue to cry out his name. Your husband runs his hand slowly down your body until he reaches the bulge forming in your lower stomach.

A heavy, rumbling purr vibrates violently through his chest, shaking against your ribs. "Look at how beautifully your fragile body accommodates my nature," he groans, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly register that is entirely unscripted. "You were made for me, my treasure. Every single inch of you was designed to take all that I am."

Since a moment had passed, Malleus slowly begins to pull out of you before sinking back in. He keeps a close eye on your facial expressions in order to set his tempo accordingly. You grab his hand, squeezing his larger one with your smaller one as he begins to fuck you.

Overall, the momentum Malleus has and the way his cock bangs into your sweet spot makes you come in a matter of seconds. His hands stroke your hair lovingly as you come down from your third high. All you are now is a trembling mess as you beg him to keep going.

Once Malleus is content with the amount of cum stuffed inside of you, he pulls out of you. He presses a small kiss to your stuffed mound before looking back up at your flushed out face.

“My love…” He whispers. “…So good for me...Let it pool inside you. I love you.”

You giggle softly before reaching up, pulling him down into a small kiss. The two of you cuddle close together as you rub small circles on his bare chest. Malleus stares down at you with a love struck expression. When you finally fall asleep, he presses a small kiss to your forehead before pulling the covers of you.

“Good night, my dear wife. Tomorrow shall be a brand new day with you by my side, now and forever.”

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HIIIII IM ALIVE EVERYONE! I sincerely apologize, I recently started my first ever job! I also haven’t been feeling the best so writing has been difficult :( I promise I’m working on all my requests and I’m so so happy to see you all still enjoying my work! Nothing makes me happier than seeing you guys happy!

Thank you all for the support and I love you all so so much! More than Kalim which is a statement hehe

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— 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐨;

Hayato fucks you with a steady, measured rhythm, each thrust jolting your body up the bed and making it creak beneath you. there's a quiet power in his motions, every shift and glide igniting a growing heat within you. he moves with such purpose and care, making every second feel drawn out, each stroke of his cock more intimate than the last.

he likes to feel you, pinning your hips down with his, rolling against you languidly. your legs rest over his elbows, your fingers entwined with his. when he's got you like this, you can feel everything, see everything. you fixate on the way his lips are parted, reddened and swollen from your kisses. every pant and exhale from him brushes gently against your lips, sending a shiver through you. he likes to kiss you, swallowing your moans as his tongue slides against yours. you can see the slow draw of his cock in and out of you, hear the wet sounds of your cunt taking him, and it makes you tighten unconsciously.

“good girl,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he tilts his hips so he can sink even deeper inside you. the soft tassel of one of his earrings brushes your cheek. “taking me so well."

you can't help but whimper, the closeness of him making everything feel more intense. the coil in your gut grows tighter.

"does it feel good?" he asks, his lips brushing the tip of your nose before gently trailing down to rest just above yours.

you nod, tilting your chin up so you meet his lips. "want…want more, Suo," you whine between soft kisses. your tone is needy, desperate, and you can feel his lips curve up into a small smile.

you mourn the loss of warmth when he pulls back, gripping your ankles to pull them over his shoulders. "then who am i to deny my girl what she wants?"

— 𝐊𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐑𝐞𝐧;

Kaji isn't one to speak much when he has you like this, your body bent in a way that you’ll be sure to feel the next day. his brows are furrowed in concentration as he moves, lost in the way you're sucking him in. the silence between you is thick, charged with tension, only broken by your soft whines and his low, breathy grunts.

but when he does speak, his voice low and rough with desire, it never fails to send shivers down your spine.

“fuck,” Kaji grits out, gripping your ankles tighter, “how are you still so fucking tight? your pussy trying to strangle me or something? i can barely move."

you know that's not true because in the next second, he's pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, knocking the breath right out of you. you moan, fisting the sheets by your head with one hand, the other bracing yourself against the bed's headboard.

his head falls back and you take the opportunity to look at him fully. he always gets some sort of way whenever you catch him staring- whether it's from embarrassment or something else, you can't say for sure. your gaze lands on the red marks along the sides of his arms, products from earlier in the evening when he had you pressed up against the wall. without even needing to see, you know there are deeper streaks on his back. he never seems to mind the scratches. in fact, you get the sense he might even be pleased by them- by the idea that you've marked him as yours in some way. the only acknowledgement he ever offers is an offhand grumbled remark the morning after about how insatiable you are. he has no room to say that, really, considering that every time he's done with you, you can hardly walk.

you're drawn out of your daze when Kaji suddenly pushes your legs down on either side of your head, bending you in half. you cry out, the new position sending shockwaves through you. "n-ngh! Ren, s'too...too much!"

"if you've got time to stare," Kaji's bangs graze your forehead as he leans over you, his voice raw and ragged, a testament to how you’re making him feel, "clearly i'm not fucking you hard enough."

— 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐉𝐨;

Togame fucks you slowly, with long strokes that pierce you to your very core. he’s methodical, deliberate, delights in seeing the way you writhe beneath him as he claims what's his. his hands are slotted under your knees, spreading your legs and pushing them back as far as they can go so he can see where the two of you are joined. he likes to watch- track the way his fat cock spears into you, the walls of your pussy stretched impossibly around his length. there's a filthy smirk on his lips as he gazes down at you, lazy satisfaction in his eyes.

"look at you," Togame huffs out a laugh, "you're gushing. you like me that much, huh?"

you're making a mess, staining the sheets beneath you with your juices. but you can't be blamed, not when Togame seems intent on carving the shape of his cock into the walls of your cunt. it feels like every thrust has his cock driving into you even deeper, harder. you hide your face with your arm, letting out choked whine. "J-Jo…"

"don't do that," his voice is low, "want to see that cute face when you squirt all over my cock."

he says that with such certainty, never mind that you've never actually even done that before. you slowly pull your arm away, reluctantly meeting his gaze as your chest rises and falls with effort. "p-please...Jo..."

"p-please what?" Togame teases, the tone in his voice making you want to hide your face once more. "please make you cum? please fill you up?"

you can only manage a nod, gasping when he punctuates each question with a harsh thrust. "unh- uh huh!"

"shit," Togame groans, his voice thick with breathlessness and a fervor matched by his quickening pace. "gonna let me knock you up, pretty girl? gonna let me fill this pussy up, give ya a kid?"

your cunt clenches around him.

Togame groans and bends over you, sinking his hands into the mattress on either side of your head. "well since you asked so nicely."

the astral express had always been a place where people found their way to one another. for you, it had become home. somewhere between the countless worlds you visited, the battles you fought, and the quiet nights spent watching the stars drift past the windows of the express, you had found something you never expected to have — a family.

and danheng. somewhere along the way, danheng had become more than just a member of the crew. he had become the person you searched for without thinking. the person you wanted beside you after every mission. the one whose quiet presence never felt distant, only comforting. your relationship with him had never been something rushed. it had grown slowly, naturally — built from countless small moments that neither of you had expected to matter so much.

danheng was never someone who expressed his feelings loudly. he showed them differently. the way he always noticed when you were tired before you admitted it. the way he remembered every small detail you casually mentioned. the way his usually unreadable expression softened whenever he looked at you. you knew him. and you knew that beneath all his restraint was someone who cared for and loved you deeply.

everyone on the express knew it — though some weren't the most accepting of it. caelus had been your closest friend since the beginning. someone you could bother without feeling guilty. the one you could tease endlessly because you knew he would always tease you back. you could steal his food, complain about the smallest things, make terrible jokes, or throw yourself onto the couch beside him without a second thought.

because caelus was your best friend. and you never questioned anything beyond that. you never noticed the way his expression changed when you weren’t looking. you never noticed how carefully he paid attention to you — the things that made you happy. the things that bothered you. the little habits you had that you didn’t even realize existed.

you never noticed that every playful touch, every teasing comment, every moment of affection you gave him so easily meant something entirely different to him. to you, it was harmless. but to caelus, it was something he treasured and something he had to learn not to hope for.

because he had loved you long before you and danheng became something more. and he had accepted a long time ago that there was nothing he could do about it. danheng was his friend. someone he trusted. but more than that, he was someone he respected. who had fought beside him and stood with him through everything. caelus would never try to take you away from him. especially not when you looked so happy. so he stayed quiet. he kept joking. he kept being the same guy you had always known. and most days, he managed to convince himself that being your best friend was enough. almost.

the problem was that sometimes he forgot to prepare himself. like the first time he walked into the lounge and found you curled up against danheng's side, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder as you read together. caelus stopped in the doorway.

only for a moment. only long enough for danheng to notice. his eyes lifted from the book, immediately catching the brief flicker of emotion on caelus’s face before it disappeared.

"caelus."

you looked over with a smile, "oh, come sit with us."

you said it so naturally. so easily. and caelus hated that you had no idea what those words meant to him.

he quickly shook his head, forcing his usual grin into place.

"nah, i was just looking for something."

after that, it became a pattern. caelus always seemed to have terrible timing. a door opening at the wrong moment. a room entered without warning. a quiet moment between you and your boyfriend interrupted by your best friend immediately making some excuse and disappearing again.

at first, danheng didn’t think much of it. caelus was unpredictable at times. that was normal. but eventually, he began to notice patterns. danheng had always been observant. and eventually, he realized something was wrong. not because he was jealous. not because he doubted you. but because he understood the look of longing on his face.

and neither of them knew that you — the person at the center of it all — had no idea any of this was happening. not until that night.

you're straddling danheng's hips on his narrow bed, the soft hum of the express filling the quiet between your shared breaths. his hands grip your waist firmly, guiding your movements as you sink down onto his cock again and again. the stretch feels perfect every time, your pussy clenching around him while his thumbs stroke lazy circles over your skin.

the door is cracked open just enough for a sliver of hallway light to cut across the floor. you don't notice. your focus stays on the way danheng's eyes darken when you roll your hips, how his breath hitches when you lean forward and press your chest to his. he kisses you hard, tongue sliding against yours, and you moan into his mouth without thinking about volume.

"fuck, you feel so good," he murmurs against your lips, voice low and rough. his hands slide down to your ass, squeezing as he thrusts up to meet you. the wet sound of your bodies meeting fills the room, punctuated by your soft gasps every time he hits that spot inside you.

you ride him faster, his voice spurring you on. danheng had never been super vocal during sex. he especially wasn't one to swear. danheng’s gaze flicks toward the door for a split second—barely a glance, but you’re too lost in the rhythm to catch it. his jaw tightens, yet he doesn’t stop. instead he pulls you down harder, one hand moving between your bodies to rub your clit with steady circles.

"danheng—ah, right there," you breathe, nails digging into his shoulders. your thighs tremble as pleasure coils tighter. he watches your face the whole time, eyes half-lidded, and you can feel him throbbing inside you. the knowledge that he's close only pushes you further.

outside the door, footsteps pause. you never hear them. danheng does. his fingers press a little firmer against your clit, and he angles his hips to grind deeper, almost like he’s daring the moment to stretch. you whimper and clench around him, orgasm crashing through you in hot waves. your walls pulse, milking his cock as you ride out the high with shaky breaths.

he follows right after, burying himself to the hilt and spilling inside you with a low groan. his hands hold you steady while you both come down, foreheads pressed together. sweat clings to your skin, and you nuzzle against his neck, completely unaware of anything beyond the warmth of his body and the steady beat of his heart.

danheng's eyes stay on the cracked door a moment longer before he pulls you close, lips brushing your temple. "stay like this a little longer," he whispers, voice calm but carrying something heavier beneath it. you nod, content, still oblivious to the tension lingering just beyond the threshold.

you're still catching your breath when danheng shifts beneath you, his hand sliding up your back in a slow, possessive stroke. the room smells like sex and sweat, your thighs sticky where they rest against his hips. he stays inside you for a long moment, cock softening but still thick, before he finally pulls out with a wet sound that makes you shiver.

he doesn't let you roll away. instead he keeps you on top of him, one arm locked around your waist while the other reaches for the blanket at the edge of the bed. you're about to ask why when the door clicks open behind you.

your head snaps up to find caelus standing there. his eyes are wide, cheeks flushed dark, but he doesn't look away from the sight of you naked and straddling danheng's lap. and danheng's voice is low and calm when he speaks.

"close the door all the way. lock it."

caelus obeys without a word. the click of the lock sounds loud in the quiet room. danheng's fingers tighten on your hip, keeping you in place even as you feel heat rush to your face.

danheng says against your ear, voice steady. "he wants to watch. nothing more unless you or i say so."

your pulse hammers. caelus stands frozen near the door, breathing uneven, the front of his pants already tented. danheng's hand moves between your legs, two fingers sliding through the mess he left inside you and spreading it over your swollen clit in slow circles.

"stay like this," he murmurs. "let him see."

you feel exposed in a way that makes your stomach flip, but you don't move off him. danheng's cock twitches against your thigh, already starting to harden again. caelus takes one hesitant step closer, then another, until he's standing at the foot of the bed. his gaze drops to where danheng's fingers start working you open, slick and shiny.

danheng's free hand cups your breast, thumb brushing your nipple. "you can touch yourself if you want," he tells caelus without looking at him. "but you don't cum until she does."

caelus swallows hard not saying a word, as his hand drops to his own cock through his pants, squeezing once. you can't look away from the way his throat moves when he swallows again. danheng's fingers press inside you, curling, and your hips jerk forward on instinct.

"that’s it," danheng breathes. "let him watch how you take it."

he moves your bodies so you sit with your back to his chest, legs spread wide open on display. his fingers move continuously, brutally and his other hand continuously palms your breast, lightly twisting your nipple, causing your breath to hitch.

"pathetic,” he muttered. "you've been watching us for who knows how long, haven't you? probably jerking off in the hallway like some desperate little pervert. and she still doesn't have a clue."

you gasped at his words, hips twitching, and danheng's attention shifted to you, his tone softening just slightly but still laced with that teasing edge.

"you really are oblivious, aren't you? flirting with everyone, leaning in close, laughing at his jokes…and the whole time he's been hard for you. probably came in his pants more than once just thinking about this."

caelus's hand gripping himself tightly now rubbing furiously, but danheng's next words stopped him cold.

"slow. remember what i said, if you finish i’ll make you watch us fuck again and again until you’re crying."

every time your breathing picked up, every time your walls started to flutter around him, he eased off—slowing, pulling back just enough to keep you hovering on the edge.

"she's dripping all over my hand." he told caelus, voice dripping with mockery. "maybe if you'd grown a spine she'd be riding your cock instead of mine."

he pressed a third finger in, stretching you, and you moaned loudly, pushing back against his hand. danheng chuckled darkly.

"needy little thing. you like knowing he's watching? like knowing he's sitting there with his cock in his hand, aching, just because i told him he could?"

caelus's breathing was ragged, his strokes slow and deliberate, eyes locked on the way danheng's fingers disappeared inside you again and again. every time you got close, danheng would stop, leaving you whining and squirming, your orgasm slipping away.

"beg for it," danheng murmured against your ear, loud enough for caelus to hear. "or maybe i should let him help. would you like that? let the poor guy touch you?"

he looked over at caelus, eyes cold and sharp. "you want to help her? get over here. but you still don't get to finish until she does. and if you do, i'll make you lick every drop of my cum out of her while you sit there untouched."

caelus was already moving before the words fully registered, dropping to his knees beside the bed, one trembling hand reaching out toward you. danheng's palm stayed glued to your hip, thumb stroking slow circles over the skin as he leaned back just enough to give caelus room. his fingers trembled when they first touched you, but danheng's low voice cut through the hesitation.

"two fingers. curl them. don't you dare rush."

caelus obeyed, sliding into your slick heat with a shaky exhale. danheng's hand never left you—every time your breathing hitched, his grip tightened, anchoring you to the bed.

"slow down," he ordered when caelus's pace quickened, growing impatient. "she's not yours to make cum. you're just borrowing her."

caelus's cheeks burned, but he obeyed, dragging his fingers out until only the tips remained inside before pushing back in, agonizingly measured. danheng's free hand drifted up to cup your jaw, forcing your head down to look at your friends fingers going in and out of you, while his other hand stayed firm draped across your waist.

danheng murmured against your ear, voice dripping with mockery aimed at caelus. "he's shaking just from touching what's mine"

caelus's cock twitched visibly in his fist. he really was pathetic...for you.

as caelus's thumb found the swollen bud, rubbing in tight, wet circles, danheng's hand never left your body—the possessive touch grounded you even as pleasure built, sharp and relentless.

suddenly he pulled caelus's hand away abruptly, leaving you empty and whining.

"beg," he ordered, voice soft but commanding. "tell him whose fingers you want. tell him who you belong to."

caelus watched with desperate, hungry eyes, waiting for permission to touch again. your voice cracks as you beg, hips twitching violently under danheng's unmoving hand. "please—danheng, i want you, but i want to help him too. let me touch him while you fuck me. please."

danheng's low chuckle vibrates against your ear. "look at you," he murmurs, almost fond, "my sweet little angel trying to take care of everyone. so generous."

he moves, slightly shoving caelus out of the way to line himself up and push his cock back inside you in one slow, thick thrust. the stretch punches a moan out of you. his hand presses down harder on the buldge in your tummy, feeling every inch as he sinks to the hilt.

"keep your word," he tells caelus, voice turning sharp again. "kneel right there. let her jerk you off while i fuck what's mine."

caelus scrambles closer on shaky knees, cock flushed and leaking. the second your fingers wrap around him he jerks, a broken sound escaping his throat. danheng's hand anchors you as he starts to thrust, deep and measured. every time his hips snap forward, his palm presses down, making you feel how full you are.

"that's it," danheng coos, voice dripping with mock sweetness. "such a good girl, stroking him nice and slow while i ruin you." his free hand slides up to your breast again, pinching your nipple in time with his thrusts. "go on, angel. make him feel good. just remember what we agreed."

caelus's cock twitches in your fist, pre-cum slicking your fingers as you stroke him. danheng's rhythm stays steady, possessive, hips rolling so every thrust grinds against that spot inside you that makes your walls flutter

danheng leans down, teeth grazing your shoulder. "cum for me," he growls, pace picking up just enough to push you over. "cum on my cock while you jerk him off, and maybe i'll let him finish too." his hand stays firm, pressing you down into the mattress as your orgasm crashes through you, walls pulsing around him. caelus's cock throbs in your grip, but he doesn't dare come—not until danheng gives the word.

"go ahead" he huffs out slowing his thrusts as his hips begin to stall in you.

danheng's breath shudders against your ear as his hips finally still, cock buried to the hilt while thick pulses of cum flood your cunt. every throb forces another wet spurt deeper, and he keeps you pinned, making sure none of it leaks out around his shaft.

caelus is already trembling, head cracking against the wall when your fist twists once more around his twitching cock. the first rope of cum paints your knuckles white. the rest follow in heavy, messy arcs that drip down your wrist. he whines, high and broken, hips jerking helplessly as overstimulation sets in, yet your grip doesn't let go.

your eyes flutter open just in time to catch the wrecked look on his face—mouth slack, lashes wet, cheeks burning—and the involuntary squeeze of your pussy around danheng's spent cock draws a low growl from him. he slams his mouth over yours, teeth clashing, tongue forcing its way in like he needs to claim every sound you make. when he finally pulls back, his lips drag down to your throat, sucking hard enough to bruise.

"look at him," danheng rasps against the fresh mark, voice rough. "look at the mess you made of your best friend. but that mark on your neck? that's mine. don’t forget it."

your palm cups his cheek, thumb brushing the sharp line of his jaw. "be nice…for me," you whisper. then you turn, meeting caelus's glassy stare. sweat glistens at his hairline, his chest heaves with every shaky breath. something shifts behind your ribs—fondness, heat, a new kind of hunger—and you rest your forehead against his shoulder.

"i think… our friendship just changed into something else entirely."

a/n: should i make a pt 2? let me know i can definitely find a way to continue this.

“jay,” you’ll sigh, clawing at his forearms enough to leave a soft pink lines. “just put it in.”

a chuckle slips as he kisses your cheek. “i don’t get a please tonight ma?”

the tears in your eyes sting and roll down your cheek. you let out a frustrated groan and buck into him when he tsks. he bites his lip while he watches your face, a bead of sweat wicking down his forehead when he shakes his head.

“i wanna enjoy you.” tickling breath by your ear. “we don’t have to rush.”

though you’re practically crying and bucking up into him. “if you don’t fuck me, i’m going to fuck you jason.”

that seems to make him laugh, stopping movements and letting his tip catch at your entrance. when your breath catches, he grins down at you and holds your hip tight.

“as tempting as that sounds, i wanna do this for you.”

the feeling of his heavy length inching inside, it’s enough to ruin. overwhelming in the best way possible, you never truly get used to the way he fits and the way he understands your body than you do. his hands snake around your waist, moving up and squeezing the underside of your chest. manhandling in its gentlest form as he guides you closer to him and pushes deeper inside. your mouth falls open, but jason uses that too.

thick fingers are pushed past your lips. just as you moan around them, jason takes your hands from clawing at his back and pulls your fingers apart, putting them in his own mouth. he answers your moan with a groan of his own, his eyes unrelenting on yours as he bottoms out and chuckles. the vibrations of his voice hitting your supple fingertips as he tongues at your skin. the salty taste making the moment more intimate as you realize he tastes the same.

thrusting in a devastating pace, your eyes begin to roll. the look of him, your fingers in his mouth as his touched you all the same, it was everything all at once. he touched so deeply, everywhere.

reaching the places you could never touch, kissing your cervix in the way that drowns you because that’s always his goal—to ruin you.

the warmth of his chest on yours was searing in a way that felt like a hot shower, pulling you into the heat. the scent of his skin began to overwhelm and he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and kisses the tips of yours before your lips.

“you can take it ma,” panting lowly as he moves.

jason loves to see you like this, heaving as you desperately try to hold on for him for god knows why. he lifts your leg further on his hip, hitching it around before ultimately hiking your thigh up higher. and higher. stopping when you gape at him and the backs of your thighs are pressed against his chest. there’s a shakiness in his voice that you recognized as him holding back.

“feel good baby?” he coos in a barely restrained voice.

you nod vigorously, tangling your fingers in his locks and pulling him into a harsh kiss. teeth clashing as he soothes it with his pretty tongue, pulling back to suck on the muscle between your lips. you moan in surprise when he turns it sharp with the shift of his hips, hitting impossibly deeper at this angle now. the peak builds like a dam on the verge of flooding. jason sees it.

movements speeding up as he watches your face contort, the dark hair by his neck clings to his skin. he sighs your name as he kisses your knuckles, still so much reverence in his care.

“that’s it,” he pants. “give me everything ma.”

a whine escapes you at his action, wanting to hide from him as he holds you there. “please jay.”

“that’s not far,” a chuckle touches your ears delicately, making your eyes widen at him. “you can’t hide this part from me. it’s my favourite.”

a frustrated moan slips, “you’re being mean.”

“this is mean?” exclaiming without faltering his movements, sloppily kissing you while he sounded like he were struggling to breathe deeply. “i’m making you cum and it’s mean?”

despite how close you were, you laugh too. breath quickly hitching as he continues moving in and out of you, thrusts sloppy as he bites his plump bottom lip as if trying to keep ahold of himself. when you whine his name again, he makes a breathless sound you’d wished you could replay.

though you could feel how close he was now too. how his breath faltered and his pace was sloppy beyond compare. lifting your hips to no avail as he holds you down with his weight, that’s when you can tell his resolve crumbles. he drops a hand between you and makes desperate circles, letting his voice tickle your eardrum as he rasps. you cry out as he guides your head to the crook of his neck and coos.

“be a good girl, yeah? let me feel it.”

it’s embarassing how fast he got you there with just a little extra simulation and his voice. you gasp his name as you let go, clamping around him so tightly while you shake in his grips. jason’s not far behind, whispering profanities as he sighs your name back to you. driving himself impossibly deeper as he lifts his weight only to drop it back down into you. his fingers never stop against you as he does it, groaning out before you feel how he struggles.

“please,” demeanour shifting as he continues to move. “can i please ma?”

you already know what he’s asking. you’ve given him permission time and time again but still he asks. effortlessly gentleman like as he considers you before himself, you feel your limp fingers reach for his cheek. caressing as you nod.

eyes still on yours as he melts into you, leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck as he groans. you feel him drive himself a few more times before he buries to the hilt. pulse after pulse, hot against your walls, while he continues to grind into you overstimulating both of you as he does it. it’s not until tears go down your face that he looks to you and he stills, kissing you tight as he quivers into your mouth.

that’s when you notice it. it’s when you see the warm streak on his face and you pull away.

“baby are you crying?” you ask him before he can ask you.

“you are too,” he sniffles, wiping the tear from your cheek while he lets your other legs rest on his hip.

a soft chuckle slips from your lips as you take a deep breath. “yeah, for a different reason. besides, i asked you first.”

“i said it second.”

then you give him a stern look. it crumbles just as fast as it forms when you see his perfect face, sweaty and warm as evidence of your encounter.

“okay,” he says finally, “i just realized how much i love you. that’s all.”

you blink at him, the plush on his stomach still pressing on yours as he holds one arm now by your head, holding himself over you. his other hand still caressing your cheek. you give him a small, weak smile, though it didn’t lack in genuineness.

“you only just realizing that? should i be concerned?” you joked.

though jason’s expression remains serious. “no ma, i mean… i really love you.” looking from eye to eye. “more than life itself and i’m so grateful for you.”

before you knew it, your lip shook and brows furrowed as you said his name. infatuation in your tone as you spoke the truth into the air. “i love you too.”

he shakes his head. “i know that. and i’ve known that i loved you for years now. it’s just, god, it’s overwhelming how much i feel for you.” he admits.

you gulp. the feelings he had were always heartfelt and deeply thoughtful. when jason said it, you knew he weighed it heavy on his heart before he voiced it to you. even though he told you every little thought he had, he spoke about it like it was holy. like religion and you the prayer he recalled.

“you’re everything to me too jay,” you sigh. “i’m not sure i’d survive this place without you.”

a moment passes before he nudges his nose to yours, nuzzling closer as you feel his breath on your face. “i’d follow you anywhere.”

you kiss him then, pulling him tighter against you despite how close you already were. letting your tongue tangle with his as you remained connected, though only now it felt like both body and soul.

there was never a way to express it before but jason made it better. he found a way to let it out that you’d accepted now, even as words failed to find you here. only actions could accurately convey it for you now in comparison to his meticulously chosen words. jason kisses you back just as needy, pressing his lips to your jaw as you hummed in response. he kisses you like he’s fucking starving, practically devouring your mouth while you’re happily helpless to it.

the words i love you, seared into your skin as he continually says it. gentle lips on your skin as you tilt your head into the soft pillow.

“thus with another kiss,” he sighs as he presses his lips to yours again. “i seal your existence to mine.”

“that’s definitely not what he says.” giggling as he continued to pepper you with kisses meant to tickle you with the brush of his stubble. neither of you caring enough to retort.

the only thought of him on your mind as he holds you in his big strong arms. your legs aching around his waist but you hardly cared. in his arms you felt whole and he admitted that in yours he felt human.