Hel's Mr. Mistress

-He loves to go slowly, his touch soft and sweet

-It almost feels agonizing, the way he won’t go faster or harsher

-It feels like torture born from kindness

-When you finally beg him to be harder, he chuckles

-He will keeping adding just a little bit of strength to his thrusts and asking if this was good enough

-Eventually, you cannot truly reply, giving him a nod as your mind is overcome with pleasure

-He has a slight hair-pulling kink. If you brush his hair for him and you get to a knot, he lets out a small moan

-Very rarely, when he sinks into despair after remembering his past, he will be harsh, his hands bruising as he holds you close, his bites on your skin sometimes deep enough to bleed a little. He needs to remind himself that you are there, that you will not leave him to that darkness within his mind. Only you can bring light to those parts.

-Afterwards, he always cleans you and apologizes

Linus had been told before that he needed to be more careful, that his strength would not always save him. But he was one to follow his instincts and impulses more than his thoughts. It was why he did not think much of his summoner’s warning to avoid the water tonight. He wanted to get a long run in before sleeping, but the only trail long enough went by the lake. He thought he would still be following orders as long as he stayed on the path, but he did not realize that staying upon the path would be difficult that night. As he was rounding the curve closest to shore, he heard a splash. He turned in time to see a shadow slipping into the water. As it did, he could see the moonlight glinting off of something, almost looking like the moonlight itself was disappearing as it touched the water,

He did not think before he stepped off, his summoner’s warnings already gone from his mind. He paid no mind to the crunch of the sand beneath him as he stepped closer to the lake. He kept moving, his heartbeat rising as he neared the deceptively calm water. When he was standing right by the edge, he looked down. He vaguely recalled a conversation he had overheard about how the lake was very deep with a sudden drop-off by the water. He was wondering just how close it was when, before he could react, hands with an iron grip burst out of the dark waters to grab onto his ankles, quickly pulling him in. His head nearly slammed against the sand and he was barely able to take a deep breath before being pulled completely under. He felt the water rushing by him as he was taken down lower and lower into the depths of the lake. He tried to struggle but the hands were far stronger than him. 

Still, he tried to fight, not noticing when the of them stopped going deeper and started moving forward. He did not notice until he was finally pulled up out of the water, lazily tossed upon the rocky floor, coughing as he tried to catch his breath. He slowly began to sit up, opening his eyes to look around him. He was in a small cave, lit by glowing moss and a magical flame held within a large lantern. He stumbled to his feet, turning around as he rose his fists, prepared to fight. But he was not prepared for the sight before him. There was his summoner, sitting upon the floor. Well, half of him.

 It was the first time Linus had seen him without his cloak on, much less shirtless. Water dripped down his skin, down to the white scales that bordered his abdomen. The scales were like pearls, the flicker of the flame causing rainbows to appear and disappear like ghosts. A part of Linus wondered if maybe that part was merely a phantom of his mind, it appeared almost ethereal. But as the thick gator tail moved around, the tip splashing in the water, he knew it was real. He reluctantly looked away from the tail and up at the other’s face, briefly taking in the scar upon his neck before noticing the eyes, darkness encompassing them. As the summoner’s mouth opened to speak Linus saw sharp, jagged teeth, the kind that could likely tear though his muscle and bone like it was nothing.

“I warned you.”

Linus met his eyes again.

“…You did.”

The summoner sighed.

“Is it so hard to listen?”

His voice seemed pained and tired. Linus tried to joke.

“At times, yeah. It’s my brother’s biggest complaint about me.”

The summoner let out a small chuckle.

“It’s a valid complaint.”

His expression then turned neutral as he looked Linus over. When he next spoke, his voice held a wary tone.

“…So are you going to ask or are you going to attack?”

Linus was shocked.

“Why would I attack?”

The summoner gave a withering look.

“Why do you think?”

Linus scowled.

“You think I’d just attack cause of that? What kind of bastard do you think I am?”

As the summoner looked away, Linus recognized the hunched shoulders of a man who had been hurt before.

“I wouldn’t hurt you. I told you before, you’re one of the good ones. This doesn’t change that.”

Following his instincts once more, he moved forward and kneeled down, putting out his hand to touch the summoner’s shoulder.

“I’m not going to hurt you. You are important to me, the one that I fight for. You could become a snarling beast and I would follow any order you managed to give me. You are my summoner, and I am yours to command.”

Cordelia sighed softly as she watched you. Once again, you were helping a hero out. It was common for you, but that didn’t make it any less amazing to her. To be fair, she found almost everything you did amazing. That’s what love did, after all. It made you notice the other person until you can see almost nothing else when they are around. That’s how she felt when around you. She had slowly fallen in love with you without realizing until she had fallen completely. Once, you had found her crying as she relived the nightmare that was the death of her sisters-in-arms. You were the first to see her like that, as she always had tried to keep it to herself, to stay strong in front of others so as to keep up the image of the Pegasus Knights.

That was why you were the first one she had clung to, the first she had allowed herself to pour her heart out to. That kindness was what started to draw her to you. She began to think of you more and more, until she one day wondered when was the last time she had thought of Chrom. She did not know when, but the crush of old had dissipated in the place of love. She wondered if perhaps, in the time after her traumatic experience, she had clung to the small crush she had held before and focused upon it so as not to lose herself to the sorrow of her loss.

She did not know, she just knew that she only held respect for him now. With you, she could tell it was love. The feeling was more intense, yet somehow softer as well. It made her feel like she was floating, yet it kept her grounded at the same time. She loved you and wanted to tell you for quite some time. She had finally decided that today would be the day. She had went over her speech for weeks, practiced every line, every movement. She had even practiced a sultry smile, she could even keep it for a bit before breaking down and hiding her red face in her hands. She fought the blush that came to her cheeks just thinking about it.

She then looked around as she realized you were gone. She asked the hero you had been helping where you had gone and they pointed towards the path into the forest that led to the small river. She quickly walked down the trail, eager to tell you how she felt and to learn how you felt in return. Her heart began to beat quickly as she grew closer and closer to the river. Finally, she rounded the last bend to see you by the riverside, on your knees as you splashed water upon your face. She stopped, unsure if she should interrupt.

After a few moments, you stood up, turning around as you brushed your wet hair back with your hand. She fought the desire to swoon. This was not the time to going all weak-kneed.

As you noticed her, you smiled brightly and waved.

“I didn’t expect to see anyone out here!”

She nodded.

“Well, I wanted to see you. There’s something I need to tell you.”

You give her a curious look.

“What did you need?”

She had to swallow down the sudden panic that filled her briefly. Could she really do this? Could she make herself actually say the words? Yes, she thought, determination filling her. She took a breath to steady herself.

“I love you!” She nearly shouted in her excitement. You looked at her, clearly shocked.

“What?” Your voice was quiet, as if you couldn’t believe it.

“I love you!” She repeated herself once more, a smile on her face as she finally let out her feelings.

“…Are you sure?”

She nodded quickly.

“I do! I really, truly, love you!” She rushed forward as she spoke, meaning to just place her hands on your chest to further emphasize her point, but she did not stop herself in time, so she accidentally pushed you into the water with her falling on top of you.  

There was a loud splash and water was everywhere. She looked down at you, her eyes wide. Your clothes were soaked and you were staring back at her, just as surprised as she. For a brief time, the two of you stayed like that. Cordelia could have sworn that she felt something in the air between you, though she could not quite name it. She grew red as she finally processed the position you two were in, her leg between yours and her hands on your chest as she practically laid on top of you. She quickly moved her hands away as she sat back. She went too fast though and fell backwards, the water going beneath her armor and clothing. You slowly got to your feet and offered a hand, which she gratefully took.

“I am so, so sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

You shook your head.

“It’s fine, they’ll dry out as I walk back.”

Immediately, her protective senses kicked in.

“If you stay in those clothes, you’ll get a cold! I can’t let you get sick on my watch, especially when it could have been so easily prevented.”

“Thank you for worrying, but I’m fine.” A shiver ran through your body, as if to argue your words. She frowned, her eyes narrowing.

“None of that! Now, get undressed before I undress you myself!”

She stood there, her hands on her hips, giving a stern stare for a few moments later before she realized what she had said.

“Well, I mean, I wouldn’t undress you if you didn’t want to of course… Ah, that’s not to say that you would want me to undress you, but-”

She let out a sound of frustration at her babbling. This was not going anywhere near as smoothly as she had planned. If it had, the two of you should already be cuddling and whispering about what you love about each other.

She shook her head, trying to clear it. She needed to focus on what was happening, not what could have been. She looked at you and winced. You appeared visibly uncomfortable, and guilt ran through her.

“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I know you probably feel uncomfortable after suddenly being confessed to, even more so after being told to undress. I really am worried, though. If you want, I’ll leave you alone and go somewhere else.”

You looked like you were debating something internally. After a while, you finally shook your head.

“…It’s fine. Besides, I would worry if you were all alone and defenseless.”

Cordelia gave you a small smile, relieved.

“I could say the same for you.”

With that, she led you a little down the river and a bit into the woods, where the two of you would not be seen. She stopped in a small, sunny clearing and began to remove her armour and clothes, placing them on a fallen log to dry as she left herself in her underwear. She turned to you, about to tell you to place your clothes beside hers, when she stopped. You had already taken off most of your clothes, leaving you in only your underwear. She blushed furiously. You looked at her nervously, as if waiting for something. She tried to remember the lines from her books, but her brain was overheating.

“U-um, it’s amazing you don’t have any injuries after falling from heaven!” Did she say it right? She didn’t know, but your laughter made her feel a little more at ease. She smiled.

“You really do look amazing.”

You looked away, shifting in place.

“Do you mean that?”

She frowned.

“Of course! Everything about you is amazing! It’s why I love you!”

The words came easier to her this time. You blushed once more, and she smiled.

“What’s there to like about….this?” You gestured vaguely down at your body. Her face turned stern and she quickly walked over to you, putting her hands on your cheeks, squishing them slightly as she made you look at her.

“What’s there not to like? You are amazing from your hair to your toes!”

She moved forward and kissed you softly, surprising the both of you. She kept going.

“You are you, and you are who I love.”

She saw something within your eyes as you revealed a side of you that you rarely let show.

“Even if…I’m not your type?”

She huffed.

“My ‘type’ is people who care for others and are filled with compassion and kindness and strength. My ‘type’ is silly summoners who don’t realize how much they’re loved.”

She kissed you once more, this time for a little longer. You froze, unsure, before finally returning the kiss. The kiss slowly grew more heated and when she finally moved back, her eyes were hooded slightly from lust.

“Does…does that help prove it?” She had to stop to take a small breath between words. You looked at her with eyes that mirrored the lust in hers.

“I think I need a little more convincing.” You said it in a teasing tone, but she could feel the undercurrent of truth. She nodded and took your hand, leading you over to a tree. She lightly pushed you against it before kissing you once more. Her hands moved down your body, loving the feel of you finally beneath her fingers. She deepened the kiss, igniting a fire within both her and you. After a while, she moved back a bit, panting.

“You are all that I desire, all that I need.”

She moved to your chest, kissing your nipple softly.

“Wait,” you said, your tone nervous.

She glanced up at you.

“I would rather do it to you.”

She finally used the sultry smile that she had practiced for so long.

“I thought you wanted me to prove how much I loved you?” She was the one to tease now. She placed another gentle kiss upon your chest.

“There will be plenty of time in the future. For now, I want to focus on you, if that’s alright?”

Your expression seemed conflicted, but you finally nodded.

“Thank you, love.” While she certainly would have liked your touch and attention, she wanted to completely lavish you with love. It’s the least she could do for all that you had done for her. You had helped her with her insecurities, she wanted to do the same for you. She left kisses down your body, slowly kneeling as she moved down. She was on her knees before you, blushing as she looked between your legs. She looked up and saw that your eyes were once more filled with uncertainty. She gave you a reassuring smile.

“You’re absolutely perfect.”

She then kissed upon your entrance before licking your clit. You gasped, your fingers entwining themselves within her hair. She began to push her tongue between your folds, encouraged by your reaction. She moved her tongue back and forth within you, causing you to tremble and moan. She began to move her own hips, trying to rub her thighs together as the sounds began to make the heat within her grow even more. She loved every shiver, every cry. She felt excitement as she could feel you moving closer and close to the edge. She began to move more eagerly, her tongue lapping up more of your essence.

“I’m coming,” you said, a small warning so she could move her head away, but she continued.

Finally, you came with a cry, your knees trembling slightly from the force of it. Cordelia moaned a little from the sound and the taste of you. Eventually, she moved back a little, licking up the mess upon her lips. You fell to your knees and she pulled you against her in small hug. It hadn’t been what she had planned, but she had finally gotten to cuddle with you. She smiled happily, nuzzling against you. You took a bit to regain your breath.

“That was… wow.”

She chuckled.

“I know. I loved it almost as much I love you.”

She then blushed.

“I must apologize for attacking you so suddenly.”

She sighed.

“The books had said that…what we did….should come after at least the third date. I suppose I went rather out of order.”

Her eyes widened and she cried out suddenly, surprising you.

“What’s wrong?”

She buried her face in her hands.

“I didn’t even wait until you said you loved me! I attacked you like some beast!”

Ahh, she couldn’t believe it. She had planned this out, wanting it to be perfect, but she messed it up.

“…Is it fine if I say it now, then?”

She looked up, catching your gaze.

“I love you Cordelia.”

She blushed furiously.

“T-thank you,” she said before realizing how silly that was to say.

“Wait, no I meant to say I love you too!”

You smiled softly.

“Even if I’m not a guy or a girl?”

Her expression turned serious.

“That doesn’t matter. I love you for who you are, and you are one of the most wonderful people that I have ever had the honor of meeting.”

You smile grew a bit.

“So you’re fine with someone like me?”

Cordelia smiled.

“If you’re fine with someone like me.”

The both of you began to laugh. When you began to stop she kissed you once more.

“I think our clothes will be dry soon,” she said as she glanced over at them. You took the chance to tackle her, smirking down at her, which made her heart skip a beat.

“How about when we get back, I show you my gratitude?”

You leaned down and then whispered into your ear.

“I can make you wet all over again.”

Ike couldn’t believe it. He had thought he was used to you surprising him, but evidently not. As you walked around smiling and laughing, his eyes could not leave you. How could they, when there was so much to see. He had thought the beach was a good idea, so that everyone could cool off, but he had forgotten what going to the beach meant: people in swimsuits. Specifically, you in a swimsuit. What was worse, you had decided to wear a rather… revealing outfit. He had not known that a one-piece could show so much, yet here you were, going around in a one-piece with a plunging neckline that went down to your stomach, placing much of your chest on view. The moment you had left the changing room, he had not been able to look away, and he knew he wasn’t the only one. There were men and women alike staring at your appearance, wildly different from your usual conservative one. He had meant to keep himself at a distance, not trusting himself to keep his hands off. 

But as he watched others clearly not share his idea and grow close to you, giving you hugs and pats on the shoulder that lasted for a little too long, he could not take it anymore. After throwing a towel over his shoulder, he stomped over to you, ignoring the little wave and smile you gave him as you noticed him walk over. He grabbed your wrist from the air and forcefully lead you away. You asked him what was wrong, but he was silent as he took you across the beach, away from the others. He kept walking until there was no one else except the seagulls and the waves. He took you over an outcropping of rocks so the two of you were sheltered from view. 

He pushed you against the rock, his burning eyes nearly searing you. He did not give you enough time to say anything before he roughly kissed you, his normal sweetness gone. He did not stop until your legs began to tremble. Only then did he move his head back, just a bit, his breath still ghosting across your lips as he spoke.

“Turn around.” His tone did not allow for argument, the command carrying the aura of one who should not be refused, lest there be a dire punishment. All you could do was obediently turn and place your hands upon the tall rock.

He placed his body flush against your back, his erection rubbing against the back of your suit. He lowered his head so he was whispering into your ear as his hand crept around you, sneaking under the swimsuit to cup your breast.

“It feels like you’re testing me, wearing such a thing in public.” He squeezed your breast, making a small gasp leave your lips.

“Gods, it feels like what little sanity I had left after the heatwave is gone.” 

He took your earlobe between his teeth and softly bit it. His other hand moved around your side and crept down your stomach, going beneath your swimsuit to touch the slick heat between your legs. He let out a slightly hoarse chuckle.

“I suppose we’re both feeling the heat, hm?” His fingers rubbed against your clit as his other hand groped your breast, his panting breath brushing against your ear. He massaged the small bump, making you moan as you reflexively moved your hips, desperate to feel them inside you. He began to kiss and nip at the back of your neck and shoulder, tasting the salt from your sweat. 

“Tell me what you want,” he said, his voice a low growl. You whimpered.

“I want you.”

His fingers then pushed through your wet folds, the sudden intrusion making you arch your back and cry out. He was rougher than usual, desperation and irritation making him go harder. He quickly inserted a second, stretching you out. He then pushed in a third, letting out a groan in reply to your moan. He made sure you were a wet, panting mess, able to think as much as he could, before he drew his fingers away and placed a hand above yours on the rock. Your hips moved back, trying to follow them, and you whined. But it suddenly became a gasp as he took out his cock and rubbed it against the thin material covering your entrance.

“You’re so wet, you still have that suit covering you yet I can still feel you dripping.” 

You shivered from his words alone. He tortured the both of you, moving his hips back and forth and rubbing against you, denying both the pleasure that would be so easy to give. Your hands curled on the rock, your eyes tearing as you felt yourself grow close to your climax, so close yet so far away. You turned your head so you could look at him and your eyes widened as you saw him. His eyes were more beast than man. He looked even more determined than when on a battlefield, more intense than when he fought someone his equal. You bit your lip. His eyes alone made you want to moan. You tried to take a breath so that you could speak.

“Please, I want you in me. I need you in me.” 

He gritted his teeth and gave no reply beyond his actions. He moved his hand down and moved your swimsuit away so that your entrance was in clear view. In one stroke, he took his length in hand and thrust into you, barely giving you any time to relax after the sudden intrusion before he began to move his hips. Each thrust was hard and fast, a reflection of his mind that was only thinking on a base level. He bent his head to bite your shoulder, marking you. All he wanted was your heat and your screams, to make you come with his name on your lips. One hand slipped under your swimsuit again to grab and grope your breast. He growled as he felt himself grow close to coming. He gave a powerful last thrust before whispering into your ear.

“Say my name.”

“Ike,” You moaned and he came, the feeling of him filling you making you come as well. Your legs trembled slightly as you slowly came down. He stayed like that for a little bit more, breathing heavily as he held you close. Finally, he pulled out, hissing out a breath as the wind touched his length, already missing your heat. He gently moved the swimsuit back in place before turning you around and placing his hands on your cheeks. His eyes still held need, though now there was more desperation than anger.

“Let’s go back to the room.” He said it like a statement, but you could hear the underlying tone of worry, likely from the idea of you disagreeing. You give him a smile and pull him down into a kiss before nodding.

“I can’t go back to the others anyway until I’ve… cleaned up.” You gestured vaguely down and he grimaced a bit, blushing as he nodded, He took the towel that he had picked up earlier and gave it to you. You had began to only wrap it around your lower half when he took your hands, glaring at you. He raised your hands, which in turn raised the towel, until it covered your chest as well. He then helped you tie it, now making it look like a little dress. Now that there had been a few moments since he had come, lust was beginning to return to his eyes once more. He took your hand and began to lead you back, walking quickly at first, like a child who was told they could go to their favorite candy store. But as he noticed you stumbling, he made himself slow down.

    The walk back was agonizingly silent, Ike trying to go slow for you, struggling to fight the urge to just run. He still felt on edge, though less so than before. He was so focused on walking slowly that he did not notice you speaking his name at first. When he did, he looked back at you, his impatience clear, though there was some concern as well.

“I need to take a break.”

Your face was flushed and you were rubbing your legs together. His eyes widened as he realized the problem. More of his cum had begun to trail down your legs. He shivered slightly at the sight. He swallowed, trying to wet his suddenly dry mouth. Before he could even think twice, he pulled you off the path taking you into the foliage beside it. He went far enough that he could not see the road before moved you against a tree. You sighed and gave a wry smile.

“Do you nee-”

His lips were on yours again before you could finish speaking. He quickly deepened the kiss, though he was less fervent than before, the animalistic need not as present as before. You hooked your arms around his neck to help stand under the force of it as his hands once again went down your body, slipping underneath the towel to move the swimsuit aside once more. He shivered as he saw more of his cum fall to the ground. He pushed the edge of his shorts down, revealing his erection, still as strong as before. However, he did not move until you gave a response. He stood there, waves of tension coming off him as he waited. It was like a beast being held in a cage, just waiting to be released. You finally gave him an embarrassed nod, and he moved, holding your hips still as he positioned himself. He slid in, this time even easier than the last time.Your legs gave out from the sensation and he moved his hands onto your ass, picking you up. Your legs wrapped around him, making his length hit a different part of you. He helped you move your hips, pushing you onto his cock as he thrust in, making you cry out and cling tighter to him. He moved to kiss you, swallowing your moans. Everything felt warm, even the tree at your back. The sound of the leaves rustling and the call of birds and insects were nearly drowned out for the two of you. The wet sounds of him fucking you were all that you could really focus on. 

The kiss grew more intense as he grew closer to the edge. The thrusts were more erratic, just trying to move instead of aim now. Your fingers curled upon his back, digging in slightly, as you felt yourself losing what little clarity you had once had. Finally, the two of you toppled over the edge together.

He growled out a moan as he came, filling you once more. As you released your hold upon his waist, you fell to the ground. He put his arms underneath you, scooping you up and holding you close to him as he took off towards the path. 

There was no one at the villa, though that would not have mattered. He would not have noticed anyone else at this point. He carried you back to the room the two of you shared, kicking the door open before taking you over to the private bathing room. He stepped in and walked over to the large bath, resting you upon the edge. You kept your hands on his shoulders for support, you legs still weak. He tested the springwater sitting in the tub before turning his attention back to you. His hands went to the edge of the towel, looking up at you in a silent question. You nodded and he began to unwrap you, trying to carefully fold it before placing it down. He then eased the straps of your swimsuit down, slipping the thin material off your body before folding it and placing it atop the towel. He took off his own shorts with less care, throwing them next to your pile.

He placed a soft kiss upon your shoulder before picking you up again. He stepped into the water and slowly placed you down within. He said nothing as he reached over the edge and picked up a washcloth. He dampened it and began to wash you, rubbing the cloth over your body. He did his best to pamper you, moving your limbs for you, trying to let you rest and stay still. As he raised each leg, he kissed up their length. When he finished with both, he spread your legs slightly and gently began to clean between. You shivered a little from the feel of the cloth against your sensitive folds, but sat still, letting him work. The room was quiet, the only sound the quiet splashing of the water as he dips the cloth into the water once more. 

You were not sure how long the two of you were there, but eventually he placed the washcloth on the edge of the tub and moved his hands beneath you once more. He slowly picked you up, holding you close to his chest.

He carried you to the bed, gently laying you down upon it. His hand caressed your cheek as he looked down upon you. He leaned down to give you a soft kiss. When he looked into your eyes again, the question was there once more, even if he did not mean for it to be. He wanted to let you rest, but there was still lust and desire remaining, keeping him standing. You answered by pulling him down into a kiss, slow yet still heated, like molten lava. He was still for a moment, surprised, before he reacted, closing his eyes and turning his head slightly to deepen the kiss.

He was calmer this time, his hands slowly moving over your sensitive body, He left soft kisses all over your skin, gentle in an apology as well as from fatigue. His hands slid down to your waist, lightly massaging the soft flesh there. You moaned quietly as he helped to ease the soreness that lay beneath. He continued kissing down until he reached your stomach, where he stopped to place many kisses, to your embarrassment. You did not feel like stopping him, though if that was because of the lack of energy or because you liked it, you were unsure. 

He finally began to move down once more, kissing his way to between your legs, where he gave your clit a kiss. You shivered and shifted your hips a little, making him smile. He licked the outside of your entrance, his tongue teasing you just a bit. He only did this for a few moments before his tongue eased between your folds, a low moan coming from your lips. He lazily moved his tongue, going as deep as he could with each stroke. Your hand tangled within his hair, no pressure in your grip, simply a silent encouragement. He continued pleasuring you, helping you reach close to that familiar edge once again, before he finally stopped.

He slowly sat up and took his length in hand, positioning it for the third time that day at your entrance. Once more, he did not push in until you nodded. He let out a low groan at the feel of you around him. He would never be able to get over how amazing you felt, no matter how many times you made love. There was no need to rush anymore, no burning need that drove him to go hard and fast. Each thrust was slow and deep, your hips rolling just a bit to meet each one. The pleasure wasn’t as harsh as before, but it still felt intense, the feel of him driving into you still making you moan. Time was lost, for there was no need for it. There was simply the slow desire that built up higher and higher with each thrust. You were not sure how long it had been, but eventually he reached his end.

As he came, his groan was low and hoarse, his body trembling slightly. You barely had enough energy to curl your fingers on the sheets. He was still, trying to breathe steadily so that he would not collapse on top of you. When he had finally come down enough, he slowly pulled out, letting out a small moan at leaving you. He fell beside you, lying upon his side so that he could look at you.He pulled you close to him, his hands sprawled out, too tired to move. There was silence for some time before he finally spoke, his voice deep and quiet.

“I...might have been too eager.”

You looked at him and his face was red, his expression uncharacteristically embarrassed.

“I got so caught up in the moment...moments, I didn’t think about you enough.”

He sighed.

“I hated the idea of others seeing so much of you. I didn’t know I was a possessive man until I met you.”

You gave him a weary smile.

“It’s fine, dear. I wouldn’t have gone along with it if I wasn’t enjoying it.”

Now it was your turn to blush.

“It’s nice to see how much you want me.”

He glared a little at that.

“Of course I want you. You’re so damn soft and nice to touch, it’s hard just to keep my hands off you.”

He then smiled gently.

“Every moment that I spend with you is like a dream, one that I never wish to awaken from. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

You chuckled.

“I would like that.”

His eyes began to close before they snapped open as he thought of something.

“Don’t wear that suit again, for the sake of my sanity. I’ll get you a new one later, but I don’t think I can see you in that again without remembering today and trying to relive it.”

·         my boss is always telling me how perfect her son would be for me and she promises he’s coming to the next holiday party and don’t worry he’s heard all about me too and ALSO there’s this dude i slept with once a couple of months ago and sometimes he still sends me dick pics when i ask him to at 3 in the morning cause seriously dude’s got a good dick AU

You weren’t the biggest fan of your work, but usually it was an okay place to be. If only your boss stopped trying to get you with her son. She was a nice enough woman, but once she had found you were gay she wouldn’t stop hounding you about how you would be such a nice match for her ‘darling boy’.

On the one hand it was nice that she supported his son, but on the other hand, you didn’t want to be talked to about some guy over and over like a website spam ad that won’t go away.

At least after the holiday party next week she might back off, seeing as how she was bringing her son there for them to meet up. It should be simple to just take him aside, say you’re not interested, and just move on.

You suddenly heard your phone go off and you looked around first before pulling it out to see what your special man had said. You grinned as you remembered how you first met him, drinking alone in that crowded bar.

It was clear that it wasn’t usually his scene, but the way he had taken your hand after you tried to flirt with him and proceeded to absolutely fuck you thoughtless back at your place made it seem something natural for him. He never gave a name, but he did give a number, and it hadn’t taken much persuasion to get him to start sending you dick pics. Maybe he enjoyed all the praise you had given it in person.

You could still remember being on your knees and complimenting it aloud, partially from the alcohol, partially because it really was the best dick you had ever seen. And it had felt even better inside you, as if it had made just for you. You shivered at the memory of its heat, its thickness. You could still feel his rough hands moving over your body.

You quickly opened the messages to see him asking if you were being good. Your smile was wide as you replied, asking what would happen if you weren’t.

You fought back a chuckle as he said back that you wouldn’t get your treat then. You looked around again before replying.

Can I get a little taste to help me be good then?

A few minutes later you heard his message sound and opened your phone to see indeed just a little taste: his hand was pushing down his pants and underwear, allowing just enough of  a peek to make you squirm in your seat.

You went back to your work with renewed vigor, all too eager for the end of the shift and your ‘reward’.

You raced back home, quickly opening the door and slamming it shut behind you before you began to undress. You didn’t look around, only taking your phone with you as you went to your bedroom.

You were already beginning to relive the feel of hands upon your hips and your special treat grinding against your back, the source of your wet dreams whispering into your ear with that gravelly voice of his.

How many times had you relived that night? How many times had you felt his touch when he wasn’t there? You had only been together the one time yet you felt your heart racing as you texted him that you had been good.

True to his word, you soon heard the small ping! and there was a picture of him, dick in hand as he sat back on a bed.

Soon you can taste it again.

Your eyes widened at those words, your excitement mounting even more. You had wanted to meet back up, but there was always that fear of seeing him more and he ends up not being your type, or worse, you end up not being his type and he stops sending you these dick pics that had become the highlight of your light. Hell, that was part of why you hadn’t even asked his name, not wanting to push him away if he didn’t want to give it out. If he had wanted to share it, he would have done it by now, surely.

You replied, saying you were looking forward to it, before returning to the task at hand, now starring a new fantasy where he suddenly kicked down your door and gave you what you’ve been craving.

—–

You stood awkwardly in the corner of the office break room, now covered in cheap tinsel and decorations for the holiday ‘party’. You still weren’t entirely sure if a party could just be five neutral-expressioned employees standing and sipping some off-brand beverage.

You were checking your phone, thinking about texting a certain someone to see how soon had he meant before when there was a tap upon your shoulder. You began to turn, taking a sip of your drink that you would quickly regret as you choked on it from the sight of the ones before you.

There was your boss, saying something you weren’t processing as she gestured at what you assumed must be her son, her eyes sparkling.

You cleared your throat before offering a small wave.

“Nice to meet you Saizo.”

His eyes had been wide for a moment, but his expression was once more neutral before he nodded.

His mother laughed before patting his arm.

“He’s very quiet and reserved, but Saizo is really a very good man! I’m sure you will get along swell with him!”

Your empty hand went to cover your mouth as you nodded.

“I can imagine that, yes.”

You saw a flicker of a smirk on Saizo’s face before he looked down at his mother.

“We’re…going to go talk.”

She lit up at that before shooing them off.

“By all means, go go go! There’s the empty meeting room next floor up, no one should be up there right now.”

She smiled happily as the two of you walked off, taking a small and silent journey up to the mentioned room.

Inside, you sat and spun around in a chair as Saizo closed and locked the door.

“…So.”

Saizo leaned against the door, crossing his arms.

“So?”

You gestured at him.

“Should we introduce ourselves again or something?”

You threw your hands up into the air.

“The guy I’ve wanted to know more about is the same one I’ve been hearing too much about!”

You realized something.

“She’s been talking your ear off about me too, hasn’t she?”

Saizo shrugged.

“She’s…enthusiastic.”

You put your head in your hands.

“What do we tell her? ‘Yeah, apparently we already met and your son gave me the best night of my life’?”

You saw that small smirk play on his lips once more.

“I did that?”

You glared at him.

“This is not the time to discuss what you did.”

You gestured at him again.

“Also, you’re not what she described! She said you were all work-focused and serious or something!”

He stepped forward.

“That’s true.”

He stepped forward again, moving closer and closer as he spoke.

“But even I have to take breaks.”

He stood before you, bending over enough and placing his hands on the arms of the chair you sat in as he leaned in close.

“And imaging fucking you again has become my break as of late.”

You tried to keep from reacting, but as you swallowed nervously you could tell he knew the effect he had on you. His hand went to your chin and he pulled your head up, your gaze meeting his as his lips brushed against yours.