Out of My Head

The music thumped so loud that you could feel it thrumming through your veins. Despite no longer being on the dance floor, you could still see the neon colors pulsing behind your eye lids. 

It was like you existed in a bubble of bliss.

Every sensation was heightened, it was all so much but so good.

Which was probably how you ended up here, face pressed against the grafiti-covered wall of some random club hallway as Robert vigorously fucked you from behind.

As if the steady plunge of his thick cock wasn't enough to drive you wild--to melt your brain entirely--he kept teething on your neck and bare shoulder, likely mesmerized by the sight of his teeth marks pressed into your skin.

He gave a particularly deep thrust that had him bottoming out and making you squeal, groaning loud against your ear as you clenched around his cock, only making him rut into you faster, with more enthusiasm.

It took hardly any time at all for Robert to make you cum, and you swear your soul left your body as you ascended to the heights of pleasure unlike anything you had ever felt before.

You only started to sink back into your body when you felt Robert cum inside you with a throaty grunt and a few deep, lingering thrusts of his cock.

“I swear you got a magical pussy, kitty cat," he gritted against the side of your neck.

You giggled, turning so you could see him out of the corner of your eye, enjoy the way he was nuzzling against your sweaty cheek. “Pretty sure it’s whatever you slipped into our drinks," you replied.

“Either way, I'm not complaining," Robert rumbled. His teeth caught along your lip, making you moan and flutter around him. 

Giving a husky laugh, Robert pulled out of you, but pressed a hand between your shoulder blades to keep you in place when you went to turn around to straighten out your dress. 

"Not so fast, I'm not done with that magical pussy yet. Think she needs a good cleaning after being flooded with my cream." He winked at you before kicking your legs further apart.

Then Robert was sinking to his knees behind you, a big hand on each of your bare ass cheeks so he could spread you open obscenely wide and watch his spend gush out of your still clenching hole. 

“Strip, and clean it,” Bucky ordered while retrieving a beer from a case and swiftly sitting down, propping his feet on the coffee table and switching on the TV.

“I thought it was coming here for a dance?”

“So dance while you clean,” Bucky scoffed, as if the question was pointless to ask.

You quickly got to work. Stripping off your strappy dress and locating cleaning supplies, whirling around the apartment to just get out of there as quickly as you could. You shook your head at yourself, cursing yourself for not listening to the advice of your more seasoned and experienced friends. You shoved clothes into the laundry machine, and threw another load into the dryer before moving onto the living area where Bucky’s hand found its way up your inner thigh, the side of a rough finger nudging the seam between your legs.

You tapped his hand away and turned towards him with a raised brow and crossed arms.

“What?” Bucky snorted as he took a sip of his beer, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “M’just lookin’, Sugar.”

“You look with your eyes, Sargent Barnes.”

Yeah, okay, you were pushing it a little, but only a little, but he swore to you that coming over was just for a dance, so why not screw with him a little bit? No harm, right?

It was just supposed to be a dance.

Nothing more.

But, you still quickly found yourself crying his name on his apartment floor.

“Such a fuckin’ mess,” Bucky spat down at you, hand gripping your throat as he drove into you. “Fuckin’ dripping on my floor, needy little whore.”

“Ohh, fuck,” You moaned, letting your head fall back against the weathered carpet.

Bruises that you would have to try and explain away were blooming on your hips and thighs, red handprints were littered across the meat of your ass and the back of your thighs, spit was dried on your chin and cheeks with a dull ache in your throat from all but swallowing his cock.

You arched up into him, the carpet biting into your ass and scraping your shoulder blades as Bucky pulled you down against his thrusts, eyes heavy-lidded and long strands sticking to his forehead. He was gorgeous; tormented and devastatingly gorgeous.

“What’cha lookin’ at, Sugar? Hmm?” Bucky’s voice was laced with a playful torment, low and breathy which made your cheeks burn up.

“You.” It was simply stated, your voice overtaken by pure want.

“Yeah?” Bucky asked, honeyed and drawn out the same way he slowed his thrusts, which made you reach out to run your hands over his. “You like me, Sugar?”

“Mmm-hmm,” You moaned out with a nod, a sound you didn’t know you were capable of making, and then let out a sharp gasp as Bucky damn-near impossibly upped the pace; the sharp slapping sound of his thighs meeting the backs of yours echoed around your moans. “Fuck, fuck.”

You whirled yourself around, liner clattering amongst the mess of the vanity. “Chanel?” You gawked, a grin breaking out.

Andy had a habit of showing up with gifts; clothes, jewellery, flowers, whatever he could think of for his favourite girl of the week, but you had managed to keep his undivided attention for well over a month now. Had he been any other man in the club, you would’ve already propositioned him, offering yourself for a night, but he was too close with Pete; although the more attention he gave, the more you found yourself toying with the risk.

“For me?” You feigned surprise, “I could never— Gimme, gimme, gimme—“

Andy chuckled as he strolled over, bag outstretched towards your grabby hands and pressed a soft, brief kiss to the top of your head. You leaned up as you shook the box open, grinning and letting your lips ghost against his— the closest you had ever gotten to kissing him before. Each gift, each kind word, each longing look; every new tale you heard from the girls about how attentive he was in bed, how calling him ‘Daddy’ kept him hard for hours, how he rambled filth when he was close… it all just kept shoving you past a line you were trying desperately not to toe.

“You know I love spoiling you,” Andy said softly, pulling the chair from the neighbouring vanity closer so he could perch next to you as you pulled out the small, intricately designed black bag. “I chose something simple, didn’t know exactly what you would like—“

“Bullshit,” You giggled, cutting him off which resulted in a bashful smile spreading across his face. “You knew I’d love it.”

“Yeah, I did,” Andy laughed, placing the roses on your vanity and reaching for your hand, thumb rubbing over the dainty diamond ring he had gotten you the week before.

“I love it,” You told him honestly, placing the bag back in the box and carefully placing it down on the floor. “And I love the roses, you always know exactly what to get me.”

“Think I’ve earned a little one on one?” Andy asked, hands moving to your hips as you got up, resting your hands on his shoulders for a moment before letting them cross behind his neck, hand bending up to card through his hair.

“Pete doesn’t let me in VIP, and… I don’t really feel comfortable—“

“Oh! No! Not that,” Andy quickly cut in, eyes wild with fear that he’d caused you any kind of discomfort. He slid his hand up and down your back while the other massaged the meat of your hip. “Not that I wouldn’t want— Ah, fuck. I know that’s not your thing. I just wanted some time with you. What about after—“

“I can’t,” You replied woefully, wanting nothing more than to disappear into the deep red of the VIP rooms. “Pete doesn’t allow it. I’m sorry.”

“What? I can’t even buy you dinner? In your free time?”

“You’re a club client,” You explained, your eyes locked on his. “Pete’s client. I’m not…”

You trailed off, staring at him for a moment. His blue eyes were kept on yours, waiting earnestly for you to continue talking. His white shirt, ruffled from his day stuck in an office, clung to chest; taunting you with the defined muscles that hid underneath. The hands heavy on your body clouded your senses and made the devil on your shoulder jump for joy when the last of your resolve broke.

“Fuck it,” You murmured, more to yourself than to Andy.

You slid yourself into his lap, not giving either of you a second to think, before you slotted your lips against his and immediately melted into him. His hand found the back of your neck, keeping you anchored to him as he slid his tongue against yours, and used his other hand to rock your hips down against his.

“Let Daddy have you, baby, please. I’ll be so good to you,” Andy begged, almost breathlessly against your lips as your eyes flicked towards the door to ensure you were still alone. “Please, pretty baby—“

“Do you know where I’m staying?” You asked, letting a small smile slip when Andy hastily nodded, his hands coming up to cup your face, trying to pull you back against his lips. “Meet me there, park around the back.”

“Can’t wait, Sugar.” Andy sealed your fate with another swift, messy kiss before reluctantly letting you slide off his lap. “I’ll see you on the floor,” He said softly, standing and leaning down to steal a final kiss before rolling out his shoulders and loosening his tie a little as he headed towards the door. “Bye, baby.”

“Bye, Daddy,” You teased.

“It’s your birthday,” you remind him, stepping closer and cutting him off before he can go on a tirade about how much he doesn’t care about his birthday. “I converted all your important meetings into phone calls, and I pushed everything else to next week.”

While you’re speaking, you reach beneath the hem of your pencil skirt and pull your panties down, letting them fall to the floor before you step out of them. The movement gives Steve a tantalizing, teasing look at your pussy, and his eyes are glued to your body as you move closer.

Steve is too stunned to speak, whether from the way your fingers are deftly undoing the buttons of your blouse, revealing the lacy bra underneath, or because he’s too angry about what you’ve done to his schedule. But it doesn’t really matter, you’re going to get your way no matter what.

“Now, what hole would you like to use first, sir?” you ask, your question jarring Steve back into the moment. 

His voice is deep, rough, and already a little unraveled as he asks a clarifying question, “Use?”

“To keep your cock warm while you work,” you answer pertly, using all your self-control not to smirk at your boss. Even after almost a year of dating, it feels good to surprise him, and you’re glad his birthday gave you the perfect opportunity. “Which hole would you like to use first?”

It takes a moment for the CEO to catch up, and when he does, there’s very little anger left in his expression. But Steve still manages to grumble his answer. “How about that impertinent mouth?”

A brilliant smile spreads across your face. “Good choice, sir,” you respond, your voice too breathless to be considered professional.

You lower yourself to your knees, quickly undoing Steve’s pants and pulling his soft cock out. You press a kiss to the tip, enjoying the way it twitches in response. You settle onto your folded legs and look up at the CEO, shooting him a quick wink. 

“Don’t forget your coffee; I made it just the way you like for your birthday.”

Steve reaches for the cup you’d set down, taking a sip and closing his eyes as if to savor it. He relaxes into his leather office chair, and you take the opportunity to slip his hardening cock into your mouth. Like this, you can take him to the root, and he groans softly at the wet heat of your mouth, his cock coming to life even more.

“Maybe birthdays aren’t as useless as I thought,” Steve mumbles, settling one heavy hand on the crown of your head, stroking you affectionately while you hum your agreement around his cock. 

You stay like that while Steve finishes his coffee and takes his morning calls, sucking gently on his cock and keeping him warm like you promised. With your cheek pillowed on Steve’s muscular thigh, you’re content, and he seems just as happy. 

It isn’t until just before lunch when Steve begins thrusting into your mouth, the tip of his dick brushing the back of your throat a few times before he’s coming. You swallow everything he gives you, then stand on shaky legs to fetch the food you’d had delivered from his favorite restaurant. 

In the afternoon, you perch on Steve’s lap, his cock buried in your pussy, your head resting on his shoulder while he finishes up the rest of his calls and emails. Before the two of you head home, Steve bends you over his desk and uses you, making you cum on his cock a few times so he can feel you squeeze him, milk him, before he empties his load deep in your pussy. 

By the time you and your boss/boyfriend, the CEO Steve Rogers, leave the office for the evening to continue celebrating, you have him believing that birthdays aren’t so bad when you spend them with the right person. And for him, that right person is you.

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You try to return your focus to your friends, but they can all see your interest has been captured by the blond cowboy. Like the amazing friends that they are, they try to give you a pep talk to convince you to go over and offer to buy him a birthday drink. 

Before you can, though, Steve moseys on over to your table and introduces himself first, then he asks you to dance. You’re nervous and excited, unsure of whether you should leave your table, but your friends tell you to go, so you let Steve pull you out onto the dance floor.

The night is whirlwind of drinks, dancing, and trying your luck on the mechanical bull in the back of the dive bar. 

Steve is, of course, fantastic at riding the bucking bronco, and you get more than a little hot and bothered watching his hips work, the muscles of his thighs clenching around the wide saddle, the lean lines of his arms rippling as he works to keep his seat. 

You can’t help but think you’d have even more fun riding the cowboy than you did the mechanical bull… 

It isn’t long after Steve dismounts from the bucking bronco before you’re back on the dance floor with the cowboy. He’s holding you close as the two of you dance to a slow song, and when he slips a finger under your chin, tipping your face up so his mouth can brush against yours, you moan softly into the kiss. 

Steve’s tongue teases along your lips before slipping inside, taking possession of your mouth while you cling to his broad shoulders and kiss him right back. His big hands slip down your waist and dig into the back pockets of your jeans, groping your ass and hauling you into his body until you can feel the hard ridge of his bulge against your stomach. 

“Feel what you do to me, darlin’,” Steve drawls in your ear before pressing hot, greedy kisses to your neck that make you gasp and writhe against his body. 

The kissing only stops when you and Steve start getting the attention of others in the bar, and they begin hooting and hollering at the two of you to get a room. 

Steve’s grin is all easy charm as he steps back from you, one of his hands staying possessively in the back pocket of your jeans while the other reaches up and plucks the hat from his head. He places it on your head, cheers erupting around the bar because they all know what it means—he’s claiming you as his. At least for the night.

A giddy grin spreads across your face, and when Steve turns to you, asking if you want to get out of the dive bar, you readily answer yes. Steve’s eyes grow warm with affection as he watches the excitement play out on your face, and he pulls you in for a quick kiss before walking you back over to your table.

Steve leaves you to collect your things and say your goodbyes to your friends before you head out, then swaggers over to the bar to do the same with his group. 

The two of you barely make it to Steve’s truck before you’re kissing again, making out against the passenger side door until you’re so turned on, you’re trying to practically climb the cowboy like a tree. He chuckles against your mouth and helps you up into the passenger seat, giving you a gruff, “Be a good girl for me, darlin’,” before pulling away and hopping into the driver’s seat.

Thankfully, Steve doesn’t drive far, only until he finds an empty, shadowed parking lot a few minutes from the bar. Then he’s throwing his truck in park and hauling you across the bench seat until you’re straddling his lap.

You’re still wearing his hat while you make out with the cowboy, grinding down on his thick cock through your jeans, until the two of you are too feral for each other to form words. Steve bends you over in the front seat of his truck, your face down against the leather seats, ass up so he can shove your jeans down around your thighs.

He puts a condom on without you even having to ask, and then he’s pushing inside your tight, wet channel. You’re so very ready for him to sheath himself in your body, but he goes slow, stretching you around his thick shaft so it doesn’t hurt. Even still, it punches the breath from your lungs, and by the time he bottoms out, you’re halfway to coming.

Steve curls over your body until his chest is flush against your back, one of his hands wrapping loosely around the base of your throat while his mouth goes to your ear. “You’re taking my cock so good, darlin’,” he rumbles, pulling back before thrusting forward again, wringing a desperate whine from your lips. “So tight and hot—and all for me, isn’t that right, baby girl?”

“Yuh huh, all for you, daddy,” you babble, too far gone in pleasure already to think twice about what you’re saying. It isn’t until Steve pauses that you realize what you’d said. Before you can backtrack, though, Steve’s hand is tightening around your throat, choking you lightly, and he’s chuckling in your ear, the sound low and filthy.

“‘Daddy’, huh?” he teases, his tone dripping with warm condescension that makes your belly swoop and your core clench. Steve groans at the way your body clutches him tighter, beginning to fuck you again, slow and deep. “I’ll be your daddy, darlin’,” he murmurs in your ear, and you can practically hear the grin in his voice. “Now, be a good girl for daddy, and take my cock deep in your pretty pussy, baby girl.”

Moaning wantonly in response, you arch your spine, lifting your ass and taking Steve’s cock deeper, making him growl as he feels the way you flutter around his thick length. He steadily increases his thrusts until he’s pounding into you from behind, his hand like an anchor around your throat while you give yourself over to the pleasure he’s offering.

When Steve’s other hand slips between your thighs, his fingers stroking your clit in delicious little circles, you’re completely undone. You cum on the cowboy’s cock, screaming his name into the leather seat of his truck as your body clenches tight around his pounding shaft. 

Steve follows you over the edge, his fingers twitching around your throat as he shoves deep into your cunt. You can feel him throbbing inside you, and you let out one last moan before you sag onto the seat beneath you. For long, languid moments, Steve lays on top of you, careful not to crush you, while you both catch your breath.

Carefully, he pulls free from your body and disposes of the condom, then helps you pull your jeans back up. You move to settle into the passenger seat of the truck, but Steve gives you a little smirk and asks, “Whaddya think you’re doin’ all the way over there, darlin’?” before he pulls you across the bench seat and tucks you into his side.

You hide your grin in his shoulder, breathing in the scent of him—beer, leather and something fresh and clean. Snuggling deeper into Steve’s side, you feel him brush a kiss to the top your head before cranking the engine of his truck and pulling back onto the road.

He drives you home with one arm around your shoulders, his fingers twined with yours, his other hand resting casually on the steering wheel. The two of you chat the whole way, getting to know each other and discovering you have plenty in common. 

When he parks in front of your place, you ask the cowboy if he had a good birthday.

Steve grins and captures your lips in a searing kiss. “Meeting you made it the best birthday I’ve had in a while, darlin’,” he answers, and you swoon all over again. You feel a sense of pride glowing in your chest and you can’t help but smile against his mouth when he kisses you again.

Before you get out of his truck, the cowboy asks for your phone number and you don’t even have to think about it before you give it to him. After the cowboy’s best birthday turned into a night you both wouldn’t soon forget, you’re excited for the next time you get to see Steve Rogers. 

Which, if he has any say, will be very, very soon.

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“Noooo,” you whine as his fingers walk up the length of your bare calf and caress along the back of your knee. “Steve, it’s too hot for sex.”

“Promise I’ll make it worth it,” he husks, his fingers trailing higher, until they’re teasing along the front of your panties and making you squirm.

Huffing as you feel a gush instantly ruin the thin cotton, you glare at him as you allow your legs to fall open in invitation, an invitation that comes with your most unamused stink eye.

Steve has to bite back a snicker when he notices the bit of drool at the corner of your mouth, but the sound dies in his throat when he notices that your arms are wrapped around a pillow—one you’ve covered with one of his shirts. 

When he realizes that you’re clinging so tightly to something of his, even in your sleep, Steve’s heart thumps hard in his chest and he knows he can’t keep himself away from you for even a moment longer. He’s been gone too long, and he misses you too badly. 

In just a few quick strides, Steve crosses the room to the bed and slips beneath the blankets behind you. 

You always keep the air conditioner on high in the summer, needing the weight of your blankets to sleep, so Steve doesn’t notice that you’re completely naked until he bundles you up in his arms. He pulls your back into his front, slotting you in perfectly against his body.

Suddenly, there’s so much warm, bare skin pressing against Steve’s chest, his arms, his legs, that for an entire minute, his mind completely blanks out. He knows, deep down, that you did this for him. Normally, you wear one of his shirts to bed, so the fact that you’re naked means you were waiting for him—that you’re ready for him.

While Steve’s short-circuiting behind you, you rouse from sleep, giving a sleepy mumble of his name.

“Steve?”

That snaps him out of it, and he squeezes you a little tighter in his arms. “It’s me, angel,” he murmurs into the crook of your neck, reveling in the way you shiver at the rasp of his beard. “Had to see my best girl on my birthday.”

“Mmm,” you hum in agreement. Wiggling your ass, you rub sleepily against Steve’s hardening cock, the tantalizing warmth of your pussy teasing him and making him groan softly against your cheek. “Want you, Steve. Inside. Please.”

The soft, broken sound of your voice begging for his cock is too much for Steve. All he can do is give you exactly what you asked for. It takes him very little time to shove his briefs down and line up the tip of his cock with your warm, welcoming entrance. 

Steve works himself inside you slowly, one of his hands slipping around your hip and dipping between your thighs to stroke your clit sweetly, teasing you open. Helpless moans fall from your lips and you bury your face in the pillow wrapped in Steve’s shirt, letting the soft cotton muffle your sounds of pleasure. 

It feels endless, the stretch and ache of taking the super-soldier’s thick cock after so long, and by the time Steve hilts himself in your pussy, you’re both breathing hard. He sucks a hickey into your shoulder, making you whine and clench around his fat dick. 

“Baby, baby, ‘m not gonna last long,” Steve rumbles, trailing kisses up your neck to nip at the edge of your jaw. “You feel too good and it’s been too long.”

You’re nodding your head before he’s finished speaking, biting back a sob of pleasure even as you roll your hips impatiently. “Too long,” you echo, and the subtle thread of sadness in your voice nearly breaks Steve’s heart.

He captures your chin in one hand, turning your head enough so his mouth can find yours. He kisses you hard, fierce, as he begins to fuck you, hard and deep. “I miss you so fucking much when I’m gone, angel,” he rumbles against your mouth, lifting up enough so that he can look into your pretty eyes, see your face as pleasure surges through your body.

You stare up at Steve like he’s your everything, one hand cupping his jaw, fingers sinking possessively into his beard and yanking him down for another kiss. “I miss you, too, Steve,” you confess against his mouth before kissing him again harder, pouring all your love for him into it as tears spill down your cheeks. 

The hard things go unsaid. Steve’s birthday isn’t the time to talk about how you wish he didn’t have to leave again, even though you know he’ll have to. And you’re grateful he doesn’t make promises he can’t keep about when he’ll be able to come home for good. For the day, the two of you will just enjoy each other. 

Steve’s hand slips back between your thighs, rubbing your clit, determined to make you cum first. He uses everything he knows about your body to ratchet your pleasure higher, getting you to the edge before he lets himself cum. Still, it’s a near thing. But he manages to find the spot inside you that drives you wild, and he pounds into it until you’re quaking in his arms. 

You pull away from Steve’s mouth to muffle your cries of pleasure in his beard, just beneath his jaw, the vibrations of you coming apart shooting down his spine and straight to his dick. He twitches inside you, your cunt clenching hard around him, and then he’s coming inside you. 

Steve ducks his head, searching for your mouth. He kisses you breathless before you both sag back into the pillows on the bed, relaxing into the post-sex haze.

The two of you fall asleep like that, you curled up in the super-soldier’s arms, his cock still buried in your body, plugging you full of his cum. You keep him warm while he sleeps, and he keeps you safe—and when you wake up, it’s to spend the day with your man, Steve Rogers, celebrating his birthday.

At least, until he has to leave again.

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Mountain Town Handyman: Steve Rogers

"Thanks for coming by. Again," you mumble, cheeks burning from embarrassment.

"Honestly I was waiting for the call," the bearded handyman grumbles. "Last time I was out here getting the well to work, I wasn't sure how long the pipes in the house would last."

"You coulda warned me," you grumble.

"What good would it have done? Didn't know when they'd burst and it's not like you know what to look for until it's too late," he huffs. "Still can't believe you bought this rotten place."

"I didn't buy it. Grandma left me it."

"Why not just sell the land?"

"He told me I should," you whisper. "Told me to sell because we could use the money. But I was already planning my escape from his cheating ass."

Steve pauses his work and looks at you in a new light.

Friend's Much Older Brother: Ari Levinson

"Shit," you sob into your phone. "I'm sorry, Ari. I meant to call Casse."

"Don't apologize, just tell me where you are," he gently orders.

"You don't---"

"I said tell me where you are," he insists, voice firmer.

In between sobs you give him your location and he promises to be there in just a few minutes. You take the opportunity to just cry everything out.

When his truck pulls up just a few minutes later you're certain he's broken some speed limits to get to you.

"Sorry I'm getting your truck wet," you sniffle.

"Don't worry about it," he grumbles. "Take off your jacket. Use mine to warm yourself up."

"Thank you, Ari."

It's too soon to say it, but Ari knew that punk was no good for you. He knew you'd get hurt. But you'd been so happy, he wasn't about to take that away from you. Especially when he didn't have evidence. But now that you know the truth about your boyfriend, maybe it'll be the in he needs to tell you the truth about his own feelings.

Arranged Marriage: Andy Barber

You know you shouldn't be outside of your family's territory but you're angry. That and the Mad Hatter's Cafe really does have the best mocha cookies. It's not like you'll even be out here for long. Just grab your stuff and go home.

But it was long enough for Rumlow's goons to spot you.

"Hello princess," one of them leers. "You're going to come with us."

"Like hell I am," you retort, trying to hide how scared you are.

Another of the men grabs your arm, making you drop your food. "That's no way for a lady to talk."

"Gentlemen," a deep voice cuts through, getting everyone's attention.

You almost groan and roll your eyes out of sheer habit when you see Andy, your fiance. But considering the situation, you decide to stifle it.

"If you don't remove your hands from my fiancee I will make sure you regret it."

"Sorry, Mr. Barber," the man quivers, dropping your hand and backing away.

Andy holds his hand out to you and you accept. At least until you're back home, you can tolerate his presence. But when you're safely in the car, you're unable to let go of his hand. The nerves are hitting hard and you genuinely appreciate the firmness of his hold.

"Thanks for the rescue," you whisper just loud enough for him to hear.

"I'll always keep you safe," he affirms.