Jiunxo!

“baby!” you stand to your feet, the warmth in your chest to see his presence heightening, but the worry in your eyes overtaking all. “what’s wrong, ‘ren?”

“mhmmmm,” he only groans, a towel around his neck and his skin only covered by basketball shorts as he flops face forward onto your bed, hissing from the aches and spasms. accidentally shoving your plushies out of his face and onto the floor from clear irritation.

sometimes forgetting he had a key to your apartment, you’re reminded of him telling you he was coming to see you after practice, overworking himself to the brink of death these past few weeks considering draft season was up and coming. eren needed to make a good impression, and him being an overachiever, it caused his body to slowly deteriorate. waking up at the break of dawn to gulp down green juices and muscle powder before he’s running around his neighborhood for two hours. then he’s going to the field after classes for extreme training with coaches who considered him a son. people who are in his ear constantly worshiping his achievements, including his family — pressuring him to be great. to be something.

the air in the room is cold, and it’s a serenade to his body, like icy hot. he releases a heavy sigh from his pillowed lips as he rests on his stomach in agony.

“i’m so sore, baby!” eren practically whines, the muscles on his toned back shifting as he reaches for a pillow to elevate his head. any small movement is like absolute hell. “fuck, i fucked up.”

“awee, ‘ren. i told you that you needed to slow down.”

sitting beside him on the bed, your knees sink into the memory foam, looming over his figure, putting on your motherly face. relaxing your shoulders, you bury your hands between your thighs, observing him to see what he needed.

“you’ll be limping to the ceremony if you keep this up. there’s only one more game, love.”

“yeah, and it has to count. they’ll be looking at my highlights and shit, and i need to be in their top list,” eren turns his face to look in your direction, his brown hair tied into the back of his head, slightly damp. “once i’m drafted i’ll take a break.”

“okay,” you leave it at that, knowing he’ll pursue a whole rant if you pressed any harder. it kills you to see him hurt, but you know in the end it’ll pay off. you didn’t have faith in him for nothing. “want me to massage you?”

“ooh, yea baby, please,” eren wants to clap to show his appreciation, but can barely move his upper body. he’s clutching a pillow tight to his cheek, lashes kissing his cheekbones with his pretty verdurous irises shield behind lids. lips upturned and his bushy eyebrows furrowed when your hands apply pressure to the back of his calves, kneading the skin with your thumbs gently. “thank you.”

a soft smile tugs on your full lips, glasses slipping down the bridge of your nose as you focus on making him feel better. “you’re welcome, sweetheart.”

“coach had me doing fucking agility courses today, it feels like my entire body is boiling with lava.”

“how’d you even make it up the stairs?”

the warmth of your palms soothed his body, aside from the horrible pain running through him from every touch, you made it a little better. eren whimpers softly the higher your hands go, reaching his lower back now, leaning over him some more to reach his tough spots. he nearly forgets to answer, his knuckles turning white and the veins on his hands leading up to his forearm protrude the harder he grips onto the pillow before him.

“nng, fuck,” he gasps out, muffling his sounds slightly by the cotton stuffed fabric, shifting his hips the deeper the pads of your thumbs sink into his hips, dainty fingers feathering along his skin, blood unbeknownst to you, rushing to his dick. those happened to be his sweet spots. “higher baby, please.”

he says it mostly out of panic, and you oblige, smoothing your hands flat on his back to rub there, beauty marks littered on the canvas. “you didn’t answer me.”

“sorry,” he groans when your hands come to his shoulders, applying pressure with the carpal bone of your hand, dragging straight down to his forearms with your stomach laying on his back. smelling your aroma and feeling the softness of your inner thighs. he blushes, hating his body for reacting the way it is currently. “i-i climbed up the stairs. was hunched over the entire walk to the door.”

“flip over for me.”

“shit. m’so weak right now,” eren mumbles frustratingly, trying his very best to turn his full frame, reaching out for your hand to help. you interlink your arms with his, as if giving him a hug, chest on his to flip him onto his back and position him comfortably. it felt like you were his damn caretaker.

“your knees hurt, baby? have you been wearing your knee pads?”

“mhm hmm, yea. i try to stretch a little before i run in the mornings. sometimes i . . . forget,” the salvia in his mouth glides down his throat as he swallows, seeing your spine arched and the darkly inked butterfly tattoo on your lower back as you focus on rubbing on his knees, and up his quadriceps. “unh, shit.”

“right there?” your tone is soft when you speak, doe eyes attentive when you look up at him and it makes his dick grow semi-hard.

“yes, it’s good, mama.” goddamit. he isn’t trying to sound like it’s obvious he’s turned on right now. he’s literally in too much pain to do anything to you, at least the way he wants.

you hike his shorts up for further access, massaging into the tissue to alleviate the discomfort, eren’s head knocking back as he hisses and grips onto the sheets. you watch him deliriously, trying to ignore the throb of your clit from the visual before you. but he’s making it impossible from the noises he makes. it’s not new, you’ve heard him whimper and moan before when he’s fucking you, but it’s rare when it sounds this . . pathetic. his pain shouldn’t arouse you, but it does.

your face is dangerously close to his dick, your black prescription glasses slipping even further as you try to block out the sounds he’s making by working your hands into his frail muscles. you make it back to his hips which stutter from your delicate touch, trying to hide your smirk when he whines helplessly. he’s breathing heavily, biting down on his lip as he covers his eyes with his right forearm, trying to hide his embarrassment. you’re pawing at his chest now, throwing your leg over his waist and sitting on his abdomen, feeling his dick on your ass cheek.

“fuck, what are you doing?” eren stares at you immediately, brows furrowed as you knead at his biceps, smoothing your hands up to his wrists you grip and eventually pin down to the bed above his head.

“making you feel better,” you pout, lifting your lower body to scoot your ass back and foment your pussy onto him, the subtle gasp leaving his mouth like a symphony. “you’re hard.”

“wait, baby,” eren whines again, struggling to fight the entrapment that you have on his wrists, too weak and sensitive to fight you on it. “i can’t right now. i’m too sore.”

“just lay there,” you tell him, gyrating your hips and rubbing yourself over the fabric of his shorts, barricaded by your silk black ones. his eyes glower at you, mouth going ajar and out comes another desperate whimper. “i need it. you sound too pretty.”

“baby, please. this is so embarrassing,” he goes to shimmy free, but whines from any sharp pain hitting him, entwining your fingers to hold hands as you arch over him, leaving a delicate kiss to his lips.

“you don’t want me?” you ask, batting your lashes as you roll your hips a little faster, humping your clit onto the swell of his dick. you moan, burying your face within the crook of his neck to slick your tongue over his flesh, the slow dragging making his dick pulsate.

“i-it’s not that, god,” he’s heaving now, afraid he’s going to break under you. physically, not possible. but mentally? yeah. he’s not usually the submissive one, so this was a bit out of character. “stop grinding your . . pussy on me.”

now his voice is really breaking, his moans growing high pitched and his whines dragged out and subby. you felt a high you never felt before, being the one to dominate is a rarity. it was a small conversation the two of you had briefly, but never did you think he’d actually let you pursue it. taking the lead felt too good.

“but i w’na grind my pussy on you,” you’re moaning in his ear now, eren’s turning his head to the opposite side to let you sink your teeth into his neck, leaving love bites while he groans. he couldn’t keep his composure with you. “you need to be in pain more. you sound too good. i’m so horny now.”

“you have issues,” he shakes his head, gasping when you nip at his adams apple before kissing it. licking your lips and humming, beginning to hear the squelch of your pussy in the silent room.

“you gave them to me.”

eren doesn’t even realize that his arms are free now, laying limp beside his head as he watches you crawl down his thighs to pull his dick free from his shorts, wrapping your hand around his dick that practically stretches over the shape of your face. it’s leaking precum, and you waste not a drop of it, slapping the head of his dick on your tongue. his fingers are grasping the sheets again, stationed beside his waist and watching you swallow half of him into your mouth.

“baby — damn,” his stomach caves in when he hits the back of your throat, esophagus forcing itself to laminate his dick with more saliva. he’s completely devoted to you, staying still and letting you work. if he had the strength he’d lift his hips and fuck your throat till you’re gagging. “shit. shit, i love being in your mouth.”

you moan around him, twisting your wrist at the base while sucking on what you could, his dick fat and blowing up your cheeks. his eyes fall shut to listen to how you take him, pink lips parting with his eyes drooped in pleasure. you get him wet enough for extra lubricant, popping your mouth free and removing your shorts. he licks his lips at your glistening entrance, your white toes touching his leg as you spread your legs next him to finger yourself open. pretty hair cascading over your features in dark curls, slurping up saliva in your mouth as you stare darkly at him while you grind sensually onto your two fingers.

“c’mon, baby. don’t be mean,” eren groans, hand reaching for your ankle to use whatever strength he gained to drag you closer. “lemme see. c’mere.”

whimpering yourself, you scoot closer to his face, gripping at the edge of the bed as he clutches your ankle, the good bracelet with his initial on it swinging. everything else in his body hurt, even his dick ached now and it was your fault for being so fucking sexy. one thing he could use to his full ability was his mouth, and as soon as your folds are spread wider by your fingers, that’s when he’s kissing at your clit. puckered lips sucking and pulling at her with fervor, jaw widening and clenching as his tongue dips into your hole and he begins bobbing his head, the lewd, downright filthy sounds of your pussy creaming on his tongue.

“ooh, eren,” a squeak lets out, your eyes almost falling shut and drowning your vision. the moans from the both of you are guttural, flowing in sync nearly. he’s sucking on your clit like it’s a pacifier, cocking his head back to spit on her before grunting and flicking vigorously. savoring your taste on his tongue.

your hand goes to wrap back around his dick, spitting in your hand after a prolonged moan and jerking him off, the wet sounds ricocheting off the walls.

“ahh, fuck. oh my . . god,” the moans only grow louder from you, face screwed up the faster his mouth moves. jaw shifting even quicker and you match his pace with your hand, making sure to stay near the tip to watch his hips twitch and hear him moan. “i’m g’na cum, ‘ren.”

“unt unt, sit on my dick, baby,” he immediately removes his mouth, licking his lips and laying on his back again. “you wanna tease me, so fuck me.”

your legs tremble as you crawl above him, knees indenting the bed on either side of his waist, looking behind yourself to hold his dick still and slowly slid yourself down. the stretch is always good, adjusting by now after extensive training, aka eren literally making you lay there and take it inch by inch until it fit and felt right. his dick fully sinks into you, your knees buckling instantly from the fullness, hoisting yourself up by clutching onto his legs behind you.

“f-fuck!” it vibrates through your body, that euphoric wave that he’s sucked into your own. sexual chemistry, soul tie if you will. your knees interfere, making your pussy squeeze tight and eren can do nothing but clasp onto his own angelic hair, his tatted forearm with a cuban link on his wrist killing your clit. hair long fallen out of it’s tie.

“she looks so pretty like this,” eren hums, sucking on his lip before spanking the outside of your thigh hard, trying to coax you into moving. “lemme see her suck me in and out.”

rolling your lips inward, you moan as you raise and drop your ass down, skin interacting loudly with his own. eren hisses with rouse, drinking in the view of your juices coating his cock, dripping in fact. the visual evidence of him splitting you open as you rock on him to fuck yourself makes his brain explode, unable to choke his moans down. tossing your head back, he studies the art of contour. your neck, chin, and nose. the curves, the area of fat on your tummy . . . you are beauty divine. and you’re so damn hot.

“you’re so damn hot,” it’s spoken the same way he thought it, perhaps with more vigor.

you feel yourself getting close, so you lean yourself forward and get ahold of his wrists again, that red tint coming back to his cheekbones. your body is flat to his, and you listen to your wet pussy glide up and down as you drop your ass back heavily, his strong thighs hitting it. you’re breathing into his mouth when he goes to kiss you, your pace getting harder and you hear him whimper again and again. the pain and pleasure mixing. that soreness in his body fucking with him, but serenading you.

“fuckin’ get it,” eren grunts in a hushed tone, his words persuading you to bounce harder, making it sloppy and incredulously loud. “get it, baby. make a mess. f-fuckk . . unh.”

“oh my god,” the noise you make is a mixture of disbelief and arousal, shaking above him while he throws his head back into the pillow exposing his gorgeous neck, silver chain sprawled intricately within the contours of his neckline. he’s driving you absolutely insane. “keep moaning like that, baby. it’s so good. i can’t.”

“you g’na fuck it till it hurt, too? you like hearing me in pain that bad?” he locks eyes with you again, body trembling with pathetic whines leaving his throat.

“y-yess, love it,” you admitted, swirling your ass and riding him faster, tears brimming your sockets. “you’re so pretty, daddy. you’re hitting my spot.”

he watches as you keep yourself where you want, his dick curved into that sweet part making your eyes gloss white, grinding harder while digging your nails into his wrist, mouth agape and precious broken moans escaping. that pressure in your tummy bursts, and you’re cumming while still fucking him, squealing and crying as you drench his pelvis. that sends eren to overdrive, muttering a stream of expletives before he’s nearing his orgasm not long after.

“ooh, shit. get up, get up. i’m finna cum.”

“n-no,” you add more of your strength to overpower him, keeping him flat to the bed as you lean up and roll your hips. he looks up at you with warning, your gushy walls sucking him in the more you clench and cum. batting your lashes as his hands wriggle in your grasp, upper body shifting from being overwhelmed with ecstasy. “fill me up.”

“awe, fuck me, baby. fuck, fuck, fuck!”

whimpers, shaky moans, and whines. they’re all playing a part in how he releases and makes you cum again as he’s cumming, screaming in the air as he fights through his aching body to spank your ass fervently. filling you up like you cried for. his noises are dry, like they’re fighting to get out. coming out in weak, fucked out, high pitched grumbles and keens. almost like he’s in goddamn heat. it’s all so hot. he hates his body for the ultimate betrayal of submission. but also, hates to admit he fucking loved it. excruciating pain aside.

“get off me,” eren heaves, swallowing from a dry mouth and his excessive moaning. “please, baby. i can’t take it. i’m sore. i’m asking nicely.”

smiling, you wrap your hand around his neck before sticking your tongue out to glide over his lips, tasting him and begging for entrance, giving him a nasty, overjoyed kiss.

“i’ll give you another massage, sexy.”

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You would think that the hardest thing to deal with as an elemental master and a ninja would be the missions that you get given. Especially the solo ones. 

To [Name] [Last Name] Garmadon, the yang of Lloyd Montgomery Garmadon, the hardest thing about missions is coming back from them. Why? 

Because one; she is very exhausted. Solo missions are very hard. Even when she is the elemental master of the moon. And even if the solo mission was at night which is the most beneficial type of mission for her due to her elemental power. 

Being the master of the moon allows [Name] to control the night. She is in harmony with night creatures, she is physically stronger underneath the moon. Both mentally and physically. 

But now, the sun has risen and all her energy has been taken. The moon also helps her recharge and now that is not here, she cannot do so until night falls. 

[Name] pushes the door of the monastery gently as she winces in slight pain. She smiles, the door closing behind her as she sees Sora and Arin who are training together. And it seems like they are doing pretty well. And of course, she sees her ying. Lloyd Montgomery Garmadon. 

But as always, he noticed her first. 

"[Nickname]!" Lloyd stands up, a massive smile on his face. He’s even dressed in his sensei attire. The first time [Name] saw it she almost ripped it off him. Almost. She was the one who designed it too. She has a matching one, but it’s styled to her and her favourite colour. He runs over to her with her arms open wide, and she starts running but completely runs past him. 

"Kids!" She smiles, giving Arin and Sora a massive hug. The smile on Lloyd’s face drops into a frown as he turns around slowly, seeing the big hug that his yang is giving to Arin and Sora. their kids. Not really. But blood never meant family. 

"Hi [Name]!" Sora smiles, hugging her back as Arin does the same. 

"Welcome back, [Name]!" Arin tells her. "How was the mission?"

"I am tired," [Name] admits, cracking her neck. "But it went well, and I managed to do everything I need to do so-"

"Everything but hug your ying," Lloyd mutters, standing behind her. [Name] looks back at him, giving him a smile. She wants to laugh but she should not. But the gloomy look on his face makes her want to laugh."Do you not love me any more?"

"Oh my gosh,"

"Do you hate me?"

"Oh my gosh?!" [Name] laughs, putting her arms up and Lloyd shuffles closer and hugs the back of her. "You are such a big baby. I was going to hug you,"

"You didn’t do it quick enough," He squeezes her tighter, Arin and Sora laughing. Not at him really. More at the situation. Considering that they do not know a lot about [Name] and Lloyd’s love story, the two of them can tell how much they rely on each other and how much they love each other. It is the small things. Lloyd is always walking slightly behind just in case something happens. [Name] always brings him his favourite tea when he is reading scrolls. Forehead kisses. Holding hands at all times. Fighting together in complete synchronisation. Small things like that. 

Water holds memory differently than other things. You can see exactly where Dick was three seconds ago—the ripples still spreading, the light still fractured. You kick your leg a bit harder, adding your own disturbance to the pool's surface.

An echo of your presence finding its way to him.

Tonight, this pool exists in its own ecosystem. Separate from Blüdhaven, from time, from anything that isn't the boy cutting through the water and the girl memorizing the way he does it.

Dick always moves so gracefully. Expected, really, given his life.

The pool lights catch on his shoulders each time he surfaces, and watching him swim does something feral to your nervous system—something girlish and greedy and entirely uncontrollable. It's the same dizzy vertigo you'd imagine a teenager might feel, crushing on the impossibly attractive lifeguard.

On nights like these, when Dick insists on finding your way up to the rooftop pool, you feel that childlike wonder return: the giddy, breathless sensation of longing made heavy. Of wanting and being wanted in return.

Dick surfaces once more. One smooth, fluid motion, water sluicing off his shoulders.

"I think you might love this pool more than you love me," you say, tracking his movements.

Even from across the water, you can see the grin spreading across his face—cheeky, boyish, tugging his cheeks upward.

"I mean, look at her." He gestures broadly, theatrically. "Welcoming me with my own color."

Your apartment building isn't impressive. A questionable property manager, one elevator that's been "under maintenance" for three months. But somehow—somehow—it has this. A rooftop pool with a view of the city, heated year-round, almost always empty. How it's managed to afford such a luxury is beyond you. You're grateful, though, for this hidden treasure. You've learned to stop questioning miracles.

"Her?" You raise a brow, fighting a smile. "Must we gender the pool? Also, this pool is always lit blue. You're not that special."

"Oof."

He laughs and you catch the shadow of his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. A beat passes as he observes you, as he so often does, gaze tracing the features of your face.

Then he's moving toward you.

You follow his path. Swimming is strangely intimate, you've decided. The way bodies move through water, the push and pull of limbs, the surrender to something larger than yourself.

Dick settles before you, close enough that you can see the individual droplets clinging to his collarbone. A gentle hand reaches out, fingers curling around the back of your calf. The touch travels up your leg like a current.

You take a deep breath and your chest rattles with the force of it.

The gleam in his blue eyes—made impossibly ethereal in the pool's glow—tells you he's acutely aware of his effect.

"I was going to complain about you not joining me," he murmurs, voice dipping into something lower, rougher. "But this view more than makes up for my solitude."

His fingers trail higher, over your knee, your thigh. Water drips down your skin in his wake. He nudges your legs apart gently, fitting himself between the warmth of them, arms circling your waist.

"I do love this bikini." His fingers toy with the string at your hip before pushing beneath the hem of his own shirt, palm finding bare skin of your stomach. You shiver under his touch and the corners of his lips twitch in response. He glances up at you through dark lashes. "And I really love what's under it."

Heat floods your face, your chest, lower.

You reach out, tracing the curve of his shoulder, his bicep, the line of his jaw. Mapping the terrain of him—the dips and valleys of muscle, the faint scars you've memorized. He leans into your touch, eyes half-lidded, and you think—not for the first time—that this is too much. That no one should be allowed to look like this, to make you feel so undone.

"You're staring," he says. "Creep."

"Shut it."

He grins at that, unrepentant, and then shakes his head like a dog, water spraying everywhere—your face, your chest, the t-shirt.

"What the hell, man." You groan, swatting at him. "Now I'm all wet."

The second the words leave your mouth, you know you've miscalculated. His eyes go dark, pupils swallowing blue.

"Yeah?" His hands slide up your sides, torturously slow. "Sounds tempting."

His hands begin their descent, fingers skating lower, toward the apex of your thighs. The intent clear. The destination, as well. But, despite the heat blooming in your gut, you refuse to give in so easily. It's half of the fun, after all.

You shove his shoulder, laughing. "You're a dog, you know that?"

"Woof," he says flatly, but then he's grinning.

He places a quick, burning kiss to the inside of your thigh before swimming backwards into the pool's embrace.

Come get me, his eyes say. Follow me, the upturn of his lips taunt.

I will, your mind sings softly. Wherever you go, Dick Grayson, I will follow. A devoted worshiper at the altar of you.

And you're already moving, peeling off his t-shirt and tossing it aside, sliding into the water. The warmth swallows you whole. Dick has stopped swimming now, hovering halfway across the pool, treading water lazily.

The muscles in your cheeks already ache from the smile forming on your lips. Instinct, really, when you find yourself approaching him. Pavlovian, even.

You swim toward him slowly, savoring the way he watches you—letting him wait. Letting him want.

He meets you halfway, standing as you reach him, and your gaze hooks on his smile. Warm and so utterly content, he draws you in with an arm around your torso. Your arms loop around his neck, and then you're chest-to-chest, hip-to-hip, the water moving lazily around you both.

The pool lights turn his face into something angelic, turning shadows into topography—the sharp line of his jaw, the hollow beneath his cheekbone, the curve of his mouth. Chiseled and perfect and entirely unfair. You drink him in like you're dying of thirst.

Sometimes it hurts to look at him—to realize, with a fondness that borders on religious, that this person has chosen you as their companion. The arms wrapped around you now, tightening as the water turns you both in a slow circle, have reached for you of their own free will.

Muscled. Capable. Entirely his to give.

Your chest tightens as you run your hand through his wet hair, taking him in, admiring him like a visitor at an exhibit. If only it was possible for him to become something permanent in the landscape of your mind, a tattoo inked into gray matter. The exact shade of blue in his eyes, the small scars across his skin, the way his lashes clump together when they're wet.

You've been doing this more often since he told you about being Nightwing.

It's a selfish habit, a cataloguing of sorts. Memorizing him. Just in case.

Just in case this changes. Just in case one night he doesn't come back.

Just in case one day he realizes you're not enough.

Because recently, you've caught yourself wondering if he'll grow bored of you. Of the domesticity. If Nightwing will tire of his normal girlfriend, find someone who lives doubled, just as he does. Someone accustomed to the constant companion of threat, of injury. Someone who knows the proper way to take a hit, to give a finishing one. Someone selfless, brave, bold in the face of danger.

All the things you are not.

He brushes his nose against yours, and your thoughts scatter. His arms tighten around you, lifting you slightly so your legs wrap around his waist. You cling to him, one hand tangled in his hair, and he hums, low and content, eyes fluttering closed. You could stay here forever, you think. In this moment. In his arms.

But your chest feels heavy tonight— your heart a hummingbird, fluttering too fast, too wild. You're half-in, half-out. Liminal and afraid.

"Can I ask you something?"

His eyes open. "Always."

"Do you think—" You pause, wrapping your arms around him a bit tighter, thumb drawing back and forth against the nape of his neck. You tilt your head, gaze flickering between his eyes. "Do you think you'll ever grow bored of me?"

His expression shifts immediately—brows furrowing, jaw tightening.

"What? Why would you ask that?"

You look down at where you're entwined, at the water lapping gently between your bodies. "I don't know. I guess I've been thinking about it." His arms tighten around you. "You're Nightwing, and I'm just… me. What if one day you wake up and realize I'm nothing compared to everything else? That you're over having a break from your life?"

The thought alone makes your throat tight.

You feel yourself being drawn into that corner of your mind—the loud one, the mean one—imagining what that future would look like if—or when—it came. You're not sure you'd be able to be whole after that, because this love has flayed you open, broken you in some divine way and remade you as something better, more alive.

He stares at you for a long moment, confusion flickering across his face.

"What—and give up this pool?"

You huff out a laugh despite yourself, shoving his shoulder and pulling away from his embrace. "Dick."

But the knot in your chest loosens. His answer has shut the door to that dark part of you, shooing away the grief you've borrowed from a future not promised.

He smiles softly, pulling you back. "That is my name."

You roll your eyes affectionately, but melt into his hold once again, watching as his expression grows serious.

"Do you really think about that?" he asks.

You nod, a bit meekly.

"I will never grow bored of you." His voice is sincere. "Ever."

"You don't know—"

"Hey." He squeezes you gently, forcing you to look at him. "Stop that. I do know." He pauses, searching your face. "You're not a break from my life. You are my life."

"Really?"

"Absolutely." His voice is so sincere it cracks something open inside you. "You're the best part of my day. Every single day. How could I ever grow bored of that?"

Emotion builds in your throat, pooling at your waterline.

You kiss him. Slow at first, tentative, your lips barely brushing his. Then deeper, harder, his tongue sliding against yours, his hands tightening on your waist. You press closer, closer, like you could crawl inside his skin and live there.

When you pull back, breathless, he asks softly, "Will you ever grow bored of me?"

You pretend to think about it. He scoffs, fingers digging playfully into your sides, and you yelp, grinning. "Never."

He kisses you again, and you melt into it, every nerve ending singing. The pool's light paints patterns across your intertwined bodies as you float together, limbs tangled.

"You were wrong earlier, by the way."

You frown, brain scrambling to recollect the night's conversations. It reaches static—all facts now fuzzled with the sensory experience of being in his hold, the electricity it produces through your veins.

"About what?" you ask.

"I don't love this pool more than you." He kisses your shoulder, your neck, the spot just below your ear that makes you shiver. "I don't love anything more than you. You're in my bones. It's honestly kind of alarming."

You're breathless, head tilted back, heart racing. "Yeah?"

"Mhm." He nips at your earlobe, voice falling to a husky whisper. "It's pretty damn close, though."

"Andddd there it is." You push him away, laughing as you splash water at him.

Dick grins, catching your wrist. "You love me."

You feel the words everywhere—in your chest, your fingertips, the base of your spine. They're tangible, somehow. Sweet and devastating and entirely inescapable. The love-drunk creature in your stomach flutters and preens. You smile, helpless against it.

"I do," you whisper, kissing him softly. "So very much."

He rests his forehead against yours, and you close your eyes, listening to his breathing, feeling his heartbeat against your chest.

When you open your eyes, you find him staring at you, soft and open and entirely yours. You stifle a laugh as he holds your gaze.

"What?" Dick asks.

Biting your lip, you try to contain your amusement. "From this angle, you look like a cyclops."

"A cute one, though?"

His words are so earnest, they make you grin harder. You shake your head. "The ugliest one I've ever seen."

You're already swimming backward as he lunges after you, laughing.

"Right, because you know so many cyclopes."

"Yeah, I do actually." You're giggling, dodging his grasp. "They live in Ugly Town, and they're missing their mayor."

Dick rolls his eyes but he's fully invested in the bit now, and that childlike glee in you is singing. "Let me guess—" He jumps at you, water splashing everywhere as you shriek with laughter. "I'm the mayor? Ha ha, sooo funny."

You're both laughing now, wrestling in the water, stealing kisses when you're close enough. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you think: Water and love are the same. Both can reshape you. Change you. Make you something else entirely.

He reaches for you, and you trace the ripples he leaves behind.

You have changed me, Dick Grayson. And I am completely, irrevocably, yours.

authors note: oh late night swims...how i adore ur intimacy... like cmon...

You and Edward froze.

Al’s eye glowed obtusely in the hollow of his helm, then flickered brighter. “O-Oh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—! But this is important!” he added, panic creeping in.

Edward groaned, forehead thunking against your shoulder. “Al you have the worst timing.”

“I said I’m sorry!” Al squeaked, already backpedaling. “We’ll talk later!”

The door slammed again.

You were trying not to laugh.

“Not funny,” Ed muttered against your shirt, his voice a low grumble.

“I was right there.”

The second time, it was Mustang.

Of course it was.

You and Edward were alone in one of the guest offices, the air thick with anticipation. You’d both been dancing around this all day, his hand on yours during dinner, your fingers brushing over his during that slow walk back, the kind of looks that made time slow down.

Life with Ed’s been great. More than great, really.

He leaned in, breath mingling with yours. Lips just inches away.

And this time maybe it was karma.

“Fullmetal,” came the smooth, too-damn-amused voice of Colonel Roy Mustang. “Didn’t realize this room was occupied.”

Edward’s head whipped around. “You bastard.”

Mustang arched a brow, one hand smugly on the doorknob. “You might want to lock the door next time. Just a suggestion.”

“You wanna die, Mustang?!”

“Love to see you try, shortstack.”

You had to hold Edward back, and honestly, you were maybe 30% trying. The rest of you wanted to see what would happen if he actually threw a chair.

“I hate him,” Edward fumed later, pacing a rut into the floor. “He did that on purpose. Smug piece of cra—”

You kissed his cheek. “We’ll try again.”

“Oh, we’re trying again. This isn’t over.”

The third time was… worse. To put it kindly.

You’d settled on the library lounge at HQ, of all places, because Ed swore no one ever used it.

“You sure?” you asked, eyebrow raised.

“No one comes here. It’s just dusty books and armchairs. We’re fine.”

He said that like it wasn’t the exact kind of place he would hang out in, but you let it slide.

This time, you were on his lap. It was slow, soft, the way he touched you. His calloused hand curled gently around your jaw, thumb stroking over your cheekbone. You were both flushed, but calm—his golden eyes fixed on yours with an unspoken hunger that had been growing all week.

He leaned in again.

You tilted your chin and connected your lips. The two of you had closed your eyes. Unable to see the man who walked in.

“Ah! Young love!”

You jerked back, nearly falling off his lap.

Edward nearly screamed.

Major Alex Louis Armstrong stood in the doorway, glistening muscles flexed through a ripped military shirt, dramatic tears sparkling in the corners of his eyes.

“It brings such joy to see the fires of passion ignite in the youth of today!” he boomed, clasping his hands over his heart. “A love like this…reminds me of my great-great-grandfather and his courtship rituals!”

“WHY?” Ed exploded, scrambling to his feet and somehow dragging you with him. “WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE?!”

“I come to this lounge every third Thursday to polish my medals!” Armstrong declared proudly. “A family tradition passed down through the Armstrong line for generations!”

“I’m gonna lose my mind.”

You covered your face, half in horror, half in helpless laughter. Ed looked like he was seconds away from detonating.

“You two continue,” Armstrong said brightly, setting down a velvet-lined case. “I won’t disturb you further.”

“You already did!” Edward snapped. “Three times! Three freaking times! First Al, then Mustang, now—! I swear to God, the universe hates me.”

He turned to you, eyes wild, hair frazzled.

“I’m cursed. We’re cursed.”

“I mean the laws of equivalent exchange say—“

“Not in the mood for that right now.” Though, his eye stopped twitching so you considered that a win.

You bit your lip, trying to stifle a giggle. “So what now?”

He jabbed a finger toward the door. “We’re locking everything. Every door, every window, burning the sign-in sheets—no one is finding us. We’re finishing this.”

“Oh?” you teased. “Finishing, are we?”

He flushed so red it almost matched his coat. “N-Not like that! I just mean—we’re kissing! Like normal people! Just once! Without a full-scale military intervention!”

You stepped forward, tugged gently on his collar, and kissed the tip of his nose.

He blinked. Stared at you.

“…That’s it. I’m eloping.”

“Bet.”

Your room was quiet.

For once.

No clanking armor. No smug colonels. No sparkly muscle-men busting in with emotional monologues. (Thank God!) Just the low hum of the lamp and the gentle shuffle of your movements as you shut the door.

And locked it. Twice. For good measure.

“Good call,” Edward muttered as he dropped onto the edge of your bed, legs splayed, hair half-tugged from its braid. His red coat was folded neatly over your chair (after he nearly threw it across the room in frustration and then remembered he liked that coat).

You turned and leaned against the door. “Still expecting someone to break through?”

“I’m not taking any more chances,” he muttered. “We’ve been ambushed. Three times.”

You snorted, walking toward him slowly. “You’re acting like you were on a battlefield.”

“I was! A battlefield of blue-balled agony!”

You burst out laughing. How out of character for the alchemist but too surprising giving his short temper.

Edward gave you a look, but he couldn’t hide the twitch of a grin. “You’re lucky I like you.”

“You’re lucky I’m still here, after all that.”

He tilted his head, gaze warming. “Yeah,” he said softly. “I know.”

The mood had shifted more lighter, pleasant. No jokes. No dramatics. Just Edward Elric, sitting on your bed, looking at you like you were gravity itself.

You took the final steps toward him and eased into his lap, arms looping around his neck. “So. No more interruptions?”

“If anyone so much as breathes outside that door,” he growled, “I’m setting them on fire.”

“Mm. Fullmetal Flame Alchemist has a nice ring to it.”

He snorted. “You’re impossible.”

“You love it.”

“I do.”

It slipped out, raw and certain.

Your breath caught just a little, but he didn’t look panicked. He just looked…relieved. Like he’d been holding it in for longer than he wanted to admit.

“I do,” he said again, quieter. “I love you.”

You smiled, hands threading gently through his hair. “I love you, too.”

And finally! Finally, you kissed.

There was no rush. No sudden bang of a door, no voices yelling about emergencies or medals or whatever else the universe had decided to throw at you all week. Just the soft pressure of his mouth against yours, tentative at first, like he couldn’t believe it was really happening.

Then he pulled you closer, deepening it.

His hands, one warm and real, one cool and metallic, settled on your waist, steadying himself like you were the only thing anchoring him. You felt the tension melt from his shoulders as you kissed him again, slow and sure, like you had all the time in the world.

“You’re really here,” he whispered against your lips.

“So are you.”

He rested his forehead against yours, golden eyes half-lidded, flushed and breathless.

“I swear to God, if someone knocks right now—”

You reached out and flipped off the lamp.

What got you was the excitement and wonder on their cute faces when you popped your head out of the water to check out their boat. They didn't scream or try to catch you or sail away to call for the monster hunters, they just watched you like you were the most interesting creature on the planet.

Often you would swim to the surface beside their boat and just sort of swim around while they frantically write things down and excitedly chatter to each other.

It was obvious they were mates, not just by the affectionate way they interacted but by the shiny bands on their fingers. Watching them often made you feel like you were being left out of something you should be a part of. Particularly strange since you've faught off every suitor who's ever tried to invade your reef, male or female, so this feeling was very foreign.

It was also clear by their wonder and excitement at merely seeing you that you knew more about humans then they knew about your kind. You decided it would be more fun to watch them try and figure you out rather than give them all the answers. They almost fainted when they realized you could understand their language, imagine their reaction if they found out you could speak some of it too.

That thought makes you snicker to yourself, swimming up towards the boat until you're only a few feet away. You found yourself wanting to spend more and more time with the couple and you weren't sure yet if that was a good thing. Humans can be dangerous.

You hesitate for just a moment longer before popping your head out the water on the side of the boat. You swim along the side but freeze when you hear a sound from the boat above.

It's definitely the woman and she's definitely enjoying herself. She's moaning her husbands name and the sound makes your tail flick in what you think is excitement?

You hear a deeper voice mingle with hers, her husband gives her praise and encouragement with his lovely baritone. You swim over to the back of the boat and rest your arms on the lowered swim platform. You have a perfect view now of the couple on the bench-like structure built into the side of the boat.

You can see where the woman sinks down onto her husband's cock, it disappears inside her as she sets a slow sensual pace. They moan together as they make out in the morning sun and the scene ignites a heat in your belly.

You'd seen them kiss before, little pecks as they do their research but nothing like this. This is passionate and hungry, they taste each other while their bodies writhe together and you want a taste.

You want them, more than any treasure buried in the sea floor. You need to figure out a way to make them yours.

You slowly lower yourself back into the water, swimming down towards your cave, already forming a plan. Grabbing your old fisherman's net and your spear, you get to work.

About an hour later, you were swimming back to the surface, net full of freshly caught fish. You pop your head above the surface, fresh air tickling the gills on your throat. When you don't hear any of those gorgeous pleasured sounds, you make a clicking noise to alert the couple of your presence.

You hear hushed curses and frantic shuffling, smiling to yourself, you swim over to the swim platform. The woman calls out a greeting to you as she pulls her shirt down her naked waist, running her hands through her rich, curly hair. Her husband tries to act like he didn't just have his dick in his wife a few minutes ago and clears his throat while adjusting his swim trunks and fixing the glasses on his face.

You let out an amused click and haul your fishing net onto the swim platform. You look up at them expectantly, hoping they'll accept your courting offer.

"What's all this for?" The woman asks as she kneels down to the platform, she surveys the fish with an impressed expression, making you hopeful.

They both stare at you curiously and you suddenly feel a little bashful, you didn't actually think about how you'd explain the courting offering to them. The husband must notice your nervousness and kneels down next to his wife.

"Is it a gift?"

You nod your head and push the net of fish towards them trying to get them to actually accept your offering.

The woman laughs a little at your actions, you're not usually this interactive with them.

"Well, thank you very much. This'll keep us fed for...like a week!"

You don't even try to stop the happy clicks that come from your throat, you've provided for your mates and they accept your courtship. The man nods at you gratefully before he hauls the net of fish over to the big, cold box on deck where they keep their food.

The woman sits so her legs dangle in the water over the platform and she beams at you, clearly very pleased that you're being so friendly with them and letting her sit so close to you.

You hadn't really let them touch you much before. You reluctantly let the man measure your tail, you'd let out a growl whenever you felt he was too close and he'd back away and continue his measurements at a respectful distance.

You never felt overwhelmed with their obvious interest in you, they both were very respectful and careful about your boundaries. You assumed that's because they were scared of you (which is smart). You only let them touch your skin once, holding out your hand for them because you were curious of what they'd do.

You ended up sitting there for about an hour while they took turns hesitantly but excitedly poking at your webbed fingers, turning your palm and marveling at the texture and how sharp your claws were and so on and so on. God, they were so endearing.

"Does this mean we're friends?"

The woman says, you think she's joking but you aren't sure. You shake your head and gently take her hand and point towards her shiny ring and then back towards yourself.

She looks at you with absolute shock and let's out a little "oh". After a moment, you take her hand and rest it against your cold cheek. She's so warm and you croon into the touch, lightly clicking. She lets out a shocked breath, you don't blame her for being caught off guard as this is by far the most you've let either of them touch you and it's definitely the most human-like thing you've done so far.

Her husband looks just as shocked, he looks towards his wife who is way too distracted with the fact that she's touching your face. You motion for him to come closer and he slowly sits down next to his wife. You take his even warmer hand and place it on your other cheek.

You click softly, like a purr, and close your eyes, keening into their touch, trying your hardest to convey what you want from them. They look at each other and you can tell they're communicating with their eyes. Their silent conversation makes you feel left out and you let go of their hands, backing away in embarrassment.

"Wait."

The man catches your hand before you can retreat into the water and nods to his wife, who says softly,

"We accepted the gift."

Your tail flicks in excitement and you look over to her husband who gives you a slightly hesitant but sincere smile. You give them a sharp toothed grin and reach out to pull both of them into your arms. They wheeze and laugh a little incredulously like they can't believe what's happening.

You let go and look expectantly at the woman, you lift yourself up, hands on either side of her thighs so that your face is inches from hers. They knew you were big but now it's made clear just how big you really are when your face is so close to hers.

You look down at her lips and back to her eyes waiting for her to get the idea. She spares a glance towards her husband, who gives an encouraging nod and she tilts her head slightly, locking her lips with yours. Her lips are so soft, so warm, so plump against your own, you have to force yourself not to bite them. You separate from her and she is left breathless, you turn towards the man and lift yourself up in front of his handsome face, waiting for him to kiss you too.

He spends a moment to look at your face, black eyes gazing at his lips eagerly, sharp teeth biting at your lower lip, wet hair sticking to your face. You're so beautiful in such a wonderful way. He kisses you deeply, his palm on your cheek, you let out soft clicks into the kiss pressing your body into his as you lean into it.

You part when you run out of breath and sink back into the water up to your gills. When you do, you smell something that makes your tail twitch. It smells like them. Not just them but their essence. You look to where the woman sits on the platform, water coming up to her thighs and wetting the hem of her shirt. You realize that his cum is seeping out of her into the water, you could probably smell it from a mile away but this close, its intoxicating.

She must see you staring because she clenches her thighs together and when you look up at her face, she's trying to avoid looking at you. She knows that you know.

You slowly push her thighs apart, surprised that she lets you easily swim in-between them. Eyes big and predatory, you rub your cheek along her thigh getting closer and closer to where their scents mix. She silently watches you, chest heaving slightly, your pretty mate letting you get so close.

You nuzzle against the soft material of her bikini bottoms and breath in deeply, letting out a deep rumbling sound that feels ripples in the surrounding water. She whimpers in anticipation and that's all you need before you're tearing her bikini off and shoving your face into her bare cunt.

She yelps in surprise and tries to cover up the loud moan that comes after as you lick your slick tongue up her entire puffy cunt. You explore the strange texture of her skin against your tongue, keeping her thighs in place with your comparatively massive hands.

Her husband moves behind her, gently taking her hand from her mouth, wanting to hear his beautiful wife's sounds. He throws her torn bikini onto the deck and slowly eases her thighs open wider for the creature licking up her pussy.

You stick your tongue inside and groan when you taste a mixture of both of them, you push deeper into her wet pussy, groaning as her walls clench down on your tongue.

She's moaning just like she was this morning and it makes you buck your hips in the water. You gaze up at her and groan when you see her husband has shifted her shirt up to expose her tits, he kisses her neck and lightly fondles her soft tits. You barely resist the urge to lean up and sink your teeth into the soft flesh, instead sucking hard on her clit and thrusting your tongue into her faster.

She shakes and cries, you let her plush thighs clench around your head, her hands dig into your wet hair. She screams as she cums and you lick and suck her through it. Her husband has thoroughly marked up her neck and gently pulls her shirt over her head as she rests against his chest, catching her breath.

You lay your head on her thigh, watching her pussy clench every few seconds before looking up at her hard nipples. That's new, you also have fat on your chest but not round hard nipples like her and you've never seen hers that pronounced before. You cock your head and reach up to curiously touch one. She whines and you retreat back slightly, worried that you might have hurt your new mate.

Her husband chuckles and leans down to latch onto one of her tits, sucking and licking the nipple. He holds the other tit up, offering it to you and you copy his actions. You both suck and lick on her tits as she arches her back and whines loudly.

"Alright! Alight. Give me a break. God, now there's two of you. "

She lightly pushes you away and covers her sensitive tits with her hands, looking exhausted. Her husband turns to you and snickers, you hiss out your own in return.

You lean in and kiss him, sharing the taste of his wife on your tongue. He groans at the taste and sucks on your strange tongue. You pull him closer to the edge of the platform and press his cock to your stomach, feeling how hard he is. When he moans into your mouth you slink a hand up and palm him through his thin baggy trunks. He holds your hand there and looks down at you, dark hair falling over his face, his glasses lying crooked on his nose.

"Show me."

He palms himself with your hand and gestures down to your power half below the water.

"Show us. Please."

You purr, looking around trying to figure out how exactly you'd do that. You push him back so that there's enough space to flop onto the shallowly submerged platform. You rest on your elbows, the part of your giant tail that doesn't fit on the platform slaps in the water.

The couple shuffle closer, you lightly run your hand down to the slit that's opened below your belly. You stroke around it with your fingers, revealing more of your swollen clit. It feels incredibly vulnerable to be showing them your most intimate parts like this and being out of the water makes you feel even more vulnerable.

The two marine biologists look over you with absolute wonder. This is no doubt incredibly valuable research and all but you're getting impatient so you growl lightly and splash your tail impatiently.

The man wastes no time getting his trunks off, leaving him as naked as his wife and allowing you to see his hard cock, leaking the same cum you just ate out of her. He straddles your tail as his wife shuffles closer to kiss your shoulder. She kisses all the way to the gills on your neck where she places very gentle kisses, testing the waters.

You shiver and let out something in-between a growl and a moan. Leaning your head back onto her shoulder as she continues placing gentle kisses along your sensitive gills.

It feels so good you almost forget about her handsome husband (who is also your handsome husband now, you realize) in front of you until he leans down and places a kiss right on your erect clit. You hump into the kiss and he has to put all his weight into holding your hips down as he kisses along your slit and dips his hot tongue into your slick entrance.

You feel so good. Both your mates are pleasuring you, kissing your skin so lovingly and it feels so good. Your husband eases a finger into your slit and moans at the feeling of your slick walls around his finger. He realizes that prep is a bit redundant considering how much bigger you are than him but he won't miss an opportunity to explore the amazing creature in front of him a little.

He sits up and runs his leaky tip along your slit. You groan into your other mates neck, she kisses your forehead so sweetly. He slips his cock in, easing his way into your surprisingly warm pussy. You both moan as he bottoms out, he's so warm and you're so tight you can feel him throbbing inside you. He can't wait any longer as he begins pumping into you starting a steady pace.

You're in heaven, as your pretty wife brings you into a messy kiss, she licks at your teeth and groans when you lightly bite her tongue. You separate and look into her beautiful bright eyes and then at the dark marks her husband left on her neck and shoulders. You feel a hunger so strong nothing else could satisfy, you bring her closer kissing and licking her throat.

Your husband's balls slap against your sensitive slit with every thrust, the water splashes around you and when he gently strokes your clit you lose it. You sink your teeth into your wife's shoulder, right where it meets her neck. She screams at the pain and you lick up her blood. She tastes so good in every way. You lick up the wound, hoping you didn't hurt her too much, you look up at her with an expression that you hope is remorseful even though you would do it again in an instant.

To your surprise she looks at you with eyes so full of lust they could beat your own, she leans down and gives you another sloppy kiss, licking the sharp edges of your teeth with her soft pink tongue.

"Oh fuck."

Your husband catches both of your attention as his thrusts quicken, he rubs your clit faster and you pull him closer to you, thrusting up in time with him, quickly getting closer and closer to the edge. You grab his shoulders and bite down on his flesh as you cum around his cock. He chokes out a groan and clutches onto you as he cums hard inside you with your teeth inside him. He keeps rubbing your clit and pumping his cum into you as ride out your climax, clenching and shaking, groaning and licking up the blood dripping from his shoulder.

Your so tight when you cum that he feels like he's suffocating, your pussy has such a grip on him that he's sure he couldn't pull out if he tried. Your exhausted husband rests all his weight on you as you lick up his wound, letting out apologizing clicks.

Your wife gets up, walks to the inside part of the boat and comes back with a med kit. She applies some strong smelling disinfectant on her bites and does the same to her husband while you kiss his cheeks, still feeling sorry. When you finally loosen up around him enough to pull out, he flops onto his back with a sigh and his wife giggles at him.

The water sloshes into the platform as you watch your mates with a dazed smile, both of them now carrying your mark. You rest your head on your palm and grumble out in a raspy voice,

"Mine. My mates."

They both freeze, looking at you with wide eyes and wider mouths.

"YOU CAN TALK!?"

his moans made you weak at how he was feeling you up on his lap, mouth placing hot and wet open mouth kisses on your neck.

his hand comes up to grip your jaw, his mouth captures yours, placing one deep, slow, and loud open mouthed kiss before he starts dragging his tongue on your bottom lip.

his hands wander under your shirt, unclasping your bra with just one hand, moving front to grope your tits.

the gasp you left was an advantage for him to push his tongue in your mouth.

he took all the control, his tongue swirling around yours before he lets it sit while his head shook in the filthiest way, literally mixing spits.

you felt it poking you from beneath and you couldn't help yourself but to squirm and move slowly and needily, only for him to bite your lip and grab your ass to hold you in place as a warning.

you moaned and whined into his mouth as he kissed you so disgustingly. his own groans and hums mixing as he kisses, alternating between bites and licking. gods, even the kissing noises were just as filthy. those wet sounds of mouths moving against each other like there's no tomorrow.

you couldn't take it, you tap on his shoulder, "michael—" you try, only to be interrupted by continuous colliding of his mouth with yours. you need oxygen. you need to part. you really—

michael rest his tongue again, as he shook his head in the nasty-spit-mixing way again. and he finally pulls away with a 'pop' sound.

he was pleased with himself as he looks at you. your eyes hazy as you panted, lips swollen and thoroughly kissed, with a string of spit breaking that was initially there after parting.

michael runs his thumb on your bottom lip, collecting the spit and pushing it right back into your mouth.

"let me see if you're a natural," he pushes his thumb down on your tongue, making you gag, "suck."

you hum around his thumb, lazily sucking. he watches with a smirk, looking at your lips so pouty.

his phone starts ringing.

and he picks it up, his thumb still in your mouth.

michael tells that he's busy, while pushing down on your tongue again. you gag, tears spill from your eyes. and you hear the laughter from the other side of the call, as that person calls michael a bastard for picking up the call even in this situation. it was embarrassing. the person on the other side literally heard you gag.

michael pulls his thumb out, hanging up the call as he gently urges you off his lap.

"michael..." you call his name before you could stop yourself.

he stands up, fixing himself, "tomorrow. same time. i'd rather not cum in my pants like a fucking teenager today."

you weren’t the one to watch porn, let alone have weird fetishisation or kinks. you were inexperienced, nothing more then getting off at your fingers whenever you were pent up. but one day, when you were scrolling through twitter, you came across a video that for some reason, ignited a spark in you. a man pounding ruthlessly into a girl much smaller than him. then at the end, he’d pick up the phone and flash the girls glistening hole, buckets of cum leaking out of it. shit, you were feeling your clit throb after it.

you were imagining that with your boyfriend— kaiser, him just pinning you down to the bed while he oozes warm, thick cum into your hole without end. you kept rewatching the video with a pillow in between your legs, grinding against it softly.

this went on for days. touching yourself to the thought of kaiser cumming in you, filling your hole with warmth until the only thing you could think about when you were with him was him breeding you. eventually, after a few more weeks of craving him and enduring your urges, you finally snapped.

“..misha?” your head perked into his bedroom as he quickly paused whatever he was watching, turning his head over to your direction and stretching an arm out. “hm? cmover here. what is it?” you quickly scrambled to his side, sitting on one of his thighs as you fiddled with the fabric of your shirt, hesitating.

“i,, wanna try “breeding”, misha,, i know it’s embarrassing but,”

“ah ah ah.” he cut you off. “not embarrassing at all, sweets. tell me, d’you know what breeding means? what else do you wanna try other than breeding?” he sounded more intrigued than you did.

“um well.. it means when the man.. finishes in the girl, right? i don’t wanna try anything else.. just that.” you spoke timidly, as if he’d start laughing at you at any given second, which wouldn’t be surprising considering the type of person he was. but he didn’t, instead, he cupped your cheek and placed a kiss on your lips, one so tender, so gentle-

“hah, what a naughty fucking girl.”

(missionary)

“misha, i ccan’t! t’big, t’big!” you squirmed out underneath him. he was barely in halfway and yet just the tip of him was making you whimper like an idiot!

“mhm? my cocks too big for your little hole? shh, its okay, sweets. take it easy, its your first.” he leaned down to your level and placed tender kisses against your temple, his other hand trailing up to your cheek to wipe away the tears that threatened to fall. “i know its hard, it’s hurts doesn’t it? michas got’ya. just a little more, mkay? can you do that?” and despite your hole being split open in half, you nodded in agreement. how could you not when he was being so gentle with you? it was just a little more, just like he said!-

“misha!! yyy-ou said jus a little!” much to your horror, he’s slammed his whole length into you. you were shaking, arching your back, trying to kick him off, whimpering all while his face was plastered with that stupid grin of his. and the worst thing was, it felt so fucking good.

“shuuush. don’t you want misha to breed your little cunt? thats what you wanted right? how do you want me to cum in you if you don’t let me put the whole thing in?” kaiser whispered beside your ear. of course, he wasn’t so mean that he wouldn’t wait for his girl to adjust to his length, he was huge and he knew it. “bbaby, move, please?.” you mumbled out, giving him the “go” signal

“mhm. gonna breed ya, kay?” he moved his hips backwards and slammed back into you, ripping a moan out of your throat.

“gonna make you a mama, kaay?” he slammed into you again.

“gonna ruin this pussy for everyone else, you like the sound of that? ” and again.

“gonna fuck you til you can’t cum without me.” he placed a kiss on your neck before starting to jackhammer his cock into your velvety walls, your arousal and his pre coating his dick that made wet, sticky and slicked noises whenever he slipped in and out.

“ffuck, y’hear that, sweets? your pussy loves my cock.” you were beyond saving at this point, reduced to a whimpering mess and a wet hole for him to use. your brain was practically mush as he kept pounding into you, the pleasure overtaking all your senses. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your mouth fell agape but no sounds came out, your body completely limp under his touch; allowing him to move you into any positions he wanted ..

one of his hands trailed up to your cheeks and slapped it lightly, not enough to sting but enough to snap you back into reality. “look at me, dirty whore. you gonna cum soon? feel your pussy clenching around me like a fuckin life line.” his hand gripped on your jaw, squishing your cheeks together, forcing you to look at him straight in the eye.

“g-gwona chhuumm,, miisshaa,, bwreed me, please!” your words came out muffled and slurrish from how hard he was gripping your face. kaiser let out a chuckle, leaning down to capture your lips into a kiss. “yeah baby? dirty fuckin’slut wants me to breed her?” you nodded dumbly to his words, your hands reaching to the bedsheets to grip onto them as leverage, fearing you’d fall off the bed if he continued to fuck into you so hard.

kaiser let go of your face and held onto your hips, steadying himself before starting to slam into you again without hesitation or mercy. his orgasm slowly crept up, causing him to curse under his breath. “shiiit, gonna cum, gonna breed you, g’na- fuck! take it!” both of you reached your orgasms, kaiser held onto your hips and pulled you closer then before as a sea of his cum filled your hole with warm stickiness, mixing with your arousal.

he fell limp against you, still trying to bury his dick further into you as if you’d escape if he didn’t. after a brief moment of silence, both of you came down from your highs slowly as he gently pulled out of you, pulling you up to embrace your body in his broad arms, caressing any patch of skin he could find.

“liebe. you still with me? you ‘kay?” “hnn..” “good.”