The yurinator

You wiped the sweat from your brow, letting out a weary sigh. After cleaning the park's fountain, ensuring the paddle boats were in good shape, taking out the trash, and checking on the park's animals—like the turtles, ducks, and…those intimidating geese— all under the scorching sun, you felt utterly drained.

You were certain that one of those chores were Mordecai and Rigby’s responsibility but knowing them, they’re likely off getting into some kind of trouble. As always, it was up to you to handle their chores to keep the park looking nice or to clean up after their antics.

Anyways, you were done now thankfully. But, in all honesty, before you could do anything, you NEEDED to take a shower, you reeked of sweat. Not only that, but your white tank-top was soaked in it, it was almost completely see through. You were so glad nobody else was around you.

Quickly, you walked back to the house and stepped inside, expecting to see Benson, Muscleman or even those two lazy idiots, but instead it was strangely quiet. Except for the noise that came from the living room, you assumed it was Mordecai and Rigby watching tv but once you peered over, you noticed you saw a pair of horns peeking above the couch, that belonging to the intern and your boyfriend, Thomas.

You crept behind the couch, leaning forward with your arms folded on the back, curious to see what he was watching. Thomas's ear perked up as he sensed someone nearby, and when he turned to look at you, his eyes lit up.

“Oh, hey babe.” He smiles. “You’re done with your chores already?”

“Already? It’s been hours. It took me longer than usual because a certain pair of idiots forgot their chores.” you sighed, burying your face in the couch cushion. Thomas chuckles at your reaction. “Haha, that’s Mordecai and Rigby for you.” He stretched and yawned, then motioned for you to join him on the couch. “You want to come chill with me? I’ve been binge-watching some awful reality TV all day by myself. Nobody is here, not even Mordecai and Rigby.”

You sat up and give him a warm smile. “Aw..I’d love to but…I need to take a shower first.” you replied, gesturing to your drenched tank top. Unbeknownst to you, the wet fabric was becoming slightly see-through, revealing more of your chest. Before Thomas could say anything, his gaze started to wander towards your now noticeable nipples.

"Um...yeah...that's...cool..." Thomas mumbled, obviously not really listening to you. You raised an eyebrow in confusion and then glanced in the direction he was staring. You couldn't help but laugh to yourself, what a pervert.

“Ahem.. my eyes are up here.” You responded.

Thomas quickly glanced up at you, his face flushed with embarrassment. “Ah..sorry…” he stammered, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck before diverting his gaze from yours.

You playfully roll your eyes. "I'll be back after my shower, so don't doze off on me, alright?" You tease, giving his head a gentle rub. "Haha... I'll do my best not to," he replies with a chuckle, and with that, you make your way upstairs for a much-needed shower.

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After about an hour, it's no shock that Thomas has drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile, you had just completed your shower. As you emerged from the tub, water still clinging to your skin, you reached for your robe and wrapped yourself in it. You considered heading towards your room and putting on something comfortable…but a different plan began to form in your mind.

You quietly crept down the stairs, catching sight of his horns from above. As you approached him, you took in his peaceful slumber and couldn't help but chuckle. With a gentle nudge to his shoulder, you whispered, “Psst…Thomas, wakey wakey.”

Thomas let out a yawn and stretched his arms before gradually opening his eyes. “Sorry babe…I didn’t mean to fall— ah!” He paused, realizing you were wearing a robe that clung to your still damp body. “Are… are you naked underneath that?” he asked shyly, his cheeks and ears turning a rosy shade of red.

You reclined, chuckling softly. “Maybe..” You toyed with the robe's opening. "Would that be an issue?" you playfully inquired, prompting him to shake his head. “Well no..of course not..” He grinned. "It's just... what about everyone else?" he asked, a hint of shyness in his voice.

“You said nobody was here, right?”

“Yes…I did.” Thomas responded, his eyes locked onto you as if you were an angel sent from heaven. “Good, then we can do whatever we want.”

“What ever…we want?” he echoed, his voice tinged with curiosity. "Are... you suggesting...?" He glanced at you for reassurance, his ears twitching with anticipation. "Mhm... that is, if you're interested—"

“Just hurry up and sit on my lap already!” he exclaimed with a hint of excitement. You were taken aback for a moment, but a playful smirk crossed your face. You settled onto his lap, and he immediately leaned in, kissing you passionately while his hands found their way to your hips.

You eagerly returned his kisses, wrapping your arms around his neck as you felt him press his covered arousal against you. "Mhm... you feel so good..." Your tongues danced together for a moment before you removed one of hands and trailed it to his arousal, groping and rubbing it a bit roughly for Thomas’s liking.

“Ghh!..gently, babe..” he complained. “I’m sensitive you know..”

“Aww..sorry.” You playfully responded. “Do you want me to kiss it better?” You stuck your tongue out at him. “Ki…kiss?” He stammered, his eyes wide with surprise. “Well?” You prompted him for an answer.

"Y-yes!..oh my god, please.." He replied eagerly, his hands moving from your hips to the buckle of his belt, already starting to loosen it. You gently slid off him and knelt down, giving him the chance to unfasten his belt and lower his zipper. A noticeable bulge and wet spot can be seen through his boxers.

You placed your hands gently on his knees and looked up at him. His eyes sparkled with anticipation, clearly yearning for you to free his throbbing dick. It seemed as though he might lose control if you didn’t act soon, so you slowly let your hand glide up to his arousal, pulling it out from his boxers.

His dick emerged, landing against his abdomen. His tip was an angry red, oozing with precum. While the girth of his dick was average, its length was anything but ordinary. Additionally, a bushy happy trail extended from just below his belly button down to the base of his dick.

He let out a breathy sigh, sweat beginning to fall down his face.

“You look like you’re about to pass out..” You playfully teased him before softly taking hold of his dick. He shuddered and let out a gasp as your hand wrapped around his throbbing dick. He was already leaking a decent amount of pre-cum that your fingers were coated in it within seconds.

He was entirely at your mercy now, with his pleasure and satisfaction resting solely in your hands. "Ah..dammit.." he gasped. You began to gently stroke him, locking eyes with him. He gazed back at you with a pitiful expression, releasing more soft moans.

"Ahh..ngh…fuh..fuck…!"

You couldn't help but chuckle; he must have been so worked up, as you had barely begun and he was already moaning like a little bitch. "I know we’re alone, but you really shouldn’t be so loud~" you teased.

"I-I’m sorry... you’re just so— ah!" He abruptly stops, a surprised squeak escaping him as you suddenly start to tease the tip of his member with your mouth. The taste of his precum was quite salty... hm.

You then began to take him deeper, prompting Thomas to release a series of louder moans. So much for keeping it quiet. "Haah... mmh..." he whimpered, his right hand gripping the couch's arm while his left hand tangled in your hair, pushing you down to take him even further.

“Ghhlk!..” You choked, giving his leg a playful pat. He chuckled awkwardly, mumbling his apologies while you kept going, your tongue expertly tracing his length down to the base, driving him wild.

"Haaah... mmhm... f-fuck... ah..! I'm almost there..." he moaned

You intensified your movements, sucking harder and faster. With each increase in pace, his moans grew quicker and more intense, indicating he was nearing his peak. He called out your name in a desperate tone. "I... I think I'm—"

“Thomas? Is that you?”

Thomas jolted up in fear, holy shit..when did Benson get here? Was he here the whole time?!..

Thomas pulled you away, a thin strand of saliva stretching between your lips and him, making him stifle a gasp by biting his lip.

"I didn’t realize you were down here," Benson remarked, standing at the doorway. "Y-yeah... I was just watching... TV..." he replied, turning to face Benson, who raised an eyebrow at him. “But the tv is off…” He trailed off.

Thomas blinked in realization. "So it is... ngh!" he choked out as you teasingly licked the tip of his dick. He jerked back in surprise, his expression wide-eyed, while you smirked and placed a finger to your lips, signaling him to be quiet. You were going to be the death of him.

"Uh... are you alright, Thomas?" Benson inquired, stepping a bit closer. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

"Y-yes! I'm fuh...fu...fine!" Thomas gasped, turning to face Benson. "I'm just...ah...exhausted! Just exhausted!" He bit his lip, attempting to disregard the sensation of your tongue teasing his sensitive tip.

“Are you sure? Your face and ears are red..” Benson moved in even closer.

"Absolutely...uh...where are Mordecai and R...Rigby?" he stuttered, causing Benson to halt just before he could spot you kneeling in front of Thomas. Benson rolled his eyes. "Those slackers? As if I would know...they were supposed to clean the cart hours ago, but it’s still a mess!" He crossed his arms. "While I’m at it, I’ll go look for them."

“Y..yeah…that sounds like—ngh!..a good idea..”

Before Benson left, he cast one more wary look at Thomas before stepping out the front door. Thomas turned his gaze back to you, his expression slightly annoyed. “You’re..insane. You know that?” A laugh slipped from your lips as you raised your head from his lap and settled back onto his thighs, which he permitted without protest.

"H-hey...I wasn’t finished yet..." He complained.

“Shut up..I’m not finished..” you teased. Thomas looked at you, slightly surprised, as you gradually opened your robe, letting it slide from your shoulders down to your arms, exposing your wet body to him. He stared at you in awe, you looked so beautiful like this.

"You... you want to... here?... oh god..." he stuttered, gently placing his hands on your hips while his eyes moved from his throbbing erection to your core, hovering just above it. You nodded. "Mhm~... I mean, we can always pick this up some other—"

"No..! Damn it... just... please, I’m so close, don’t tease me..." he interrupted, making you chuckle at his desperation. "Okay, just relax..." You then wrapped your arm around him, and with your other hand, you guided his sensitive member to your entrance, making him gasp. "H... haah..."

Then suddenly you penetrated yourself half way on his dick, causing you to let out a moan. "F..fuck…!" You took hold of him with your free hand and started to bounce on his dick at a rapid pace. "Ah..ahnn..ah!" Thomas moaned, his grip on your hips tightening with each movement.

"Nghn..ngh.." You let out a groan.

"Haha…whose…damn..whose making all the noise now?" He teased, prompting you to roll your eyes. "Shu…shut..aah~!" You gasped as he suddenly began thrusting up into you. He groaned in delight. "Fuuuck..yes…" You could feel his furry balls pressing against your backside every time your cores collided.

You could feel your cores getting wetter and sloppier with your essence. Hell, at this rate the couch might even have your…never mind. You dismissed that thought as you reached out to grasp one of his horns, making him gasp in surprise.

"H-hey!..ugh..be gentle up there.." he complained as you gave it a tentative stroke, which made him moan loudly. Huh.. you’ve always wondered what would happen if you did that. "Ha..haha…y-your horns are..ngh…sensitive too?" you teased.

“Fuh…fuck yes it is..!” He closed his eyes in ecstasy. “Mmhm..I..i think I’m close..k..keep stroking..!” he pleaded, and you gladly complied. You kept stroking his horn, increasing your speed as his thrusts inside you also intensified.

You both continued to bounce on each other, getting louder and louder. By now, the couch was probably soaking wet, but you didn’t care. You could sense the knot in your core ready to burst, but then suddenly, Thomas seized your waist and pushed you onto the table in front of you, making you groan slightly in discomfort from your back.

However, that discomfort faded instantly as he entered you again, thrusting into you like a wild beast. He pressed his forehead against yours, and all you could hear were your moans and his, while all you could feel was one of his hands gripping your hip and the other clutching the edge of the table as if his life depended on it.

"Nnghnn!!..Th..Thomas..damn it!" You moaned, stretching your arms out to claw at his clothed back in desperation, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist. "Ngh…o-oh god…oh..!" Thomas whimpers weakly as his thrusts become increasingly erratic and unsteady.

He calls your name, his eyes meeting yours with intensity.

"I love you." Before you could reply, he suddenly pulls you into a fervent kiss, and with one last powerful thrust, he drives himself as deep as possible inside you, grinding his hips against yours, feeling his member pulse within you. "Mhhmn—!!"

Your moan was stifled by his kiss, but it was clear you had reached your climax, your essence spilling from you and soaking into the carpet. Thomas pulled his tongue from your mouth, slick with saliva as he let out a loud groan, finally, you could feel his warm release filling you completely. You both exhaled heavily, trying to regain your breaths.

"Ah..haha..god, Thomas.." You ran your fingers through his hair. “You really must have been pent up, huh?”

Thomas rested his head against your neck. "Mhmm..right now..I just want to sleep." You rolled your eyes. "So lazy..~ Aren't you going to clean me up?" You raised your eyebrows playfully, knowing he couldn't see your expression but understanding your implication.

He lifted his head, looking at you in disbelief. “..You’re STILL horny?!..”

You shrugged. "Well…I wouldn’t say no to more of this…especially if you use your tongue." He gazed at you for a moment before bursting into laughter. “You’re a freak.”

You playfully tapped his back. “You’re the one who fucked the shit out of me in the living room.”

“Y-yeah because you came to me in nothing but a bathrobe..!” He stammers.

You rolled your eyes in a teasing manner. “Whatever, I’m just glad we didn’t get caught.” You let out a sigh. You looked at Thomas, expecting a reply, but he remained quiet.

“Babe?” You called his name, noticing he was staring intently at the window beside you both. You slowly turned your head and surely…it was Mordecai and Rigby, their faces, horrified.

You spoke too soon.

 And his dick was still inside you.

Mickbell let out a dramatic groan, his head flopping onto Kuro’s head. “Ugh! Finally! We’re back!” he complained, his voice laced with exhaustion. Kabru’s party had just gotten back to the surface in hopes of gathering more food and other needed supplies, as they had ran out of food…again. It just seems like every time they died, another group just happens to take their food! So rude!

Rin crossed her arms, a frown etched on her face. “That took way longer than it should have.”

“True, but at least we made it back in one piece,” Kabru replied, his tone upbeat. “And hey, our money’s still safe! How about we grab a bite to eat before diving back in? What do you all think?” He glanced around at his companions, eager for their thoughts.

“Mmm! Meat!” Kuro exclaimed with a wagging tail, his excitement palpable as Mickbell affectionately ruffled his fur. “That’s a yes from both me and Kuro!”

“I am a little hungry…so yeah!” Daya responds happily. Meanwhile, Rin stood off to the side, arms crossed tightly, her gaze fixed on the ground in frustration. Thoughts of the group of thieves who had been plaguing them swirled in her mind. She longed to confront them, to teach them a lesson they wouldn’t forget.

But…they needed food, not only in their stomach but also during their travels inside the dungeon. “Yeah..lets do that.” Rin muttered under her breath, just loud enough for Kabru to catch her words.

“Great! So..where should we—”

“Um… actually, Kabru?” Holm’s voice caught Kabru’s attention, his ears twitching in curiosity. “Yes, Holm?”

“Rather than grabbing a bite here, I was thinking… maybe I could invite you over to my place for a meal. My partner is quite the cook—”

“PARTNER??” The group gasped in unison, interrupting him in shock. “Oh… yes, my partner, they whip up some delightful—”

“When did you even get a partner?!” Mickbell shouted, eyes wide. Holm met his gaze calmly. “Well… it’s been three years now.”

“THREE YEARS?!?” Everyone, except for Kabru, who seemed intrigued by Holm's mysterious partner, exclaimed in surprise. Holm simply nodded, a smile playing on his lips. He had always been private about his personal life, especially when it came to you. Don’t misunderstand him; he adores you completely, but to him, that aspect of his life feels a bit too intimate to share. Besides, no one had ever inquired about his marital status, so…

"How did we not know about this?!" Rin inquires with wide eyes, while Holm simply shrugs. "You never asked."

"W-wait, what!?" Mickbell stutters, clearly taken aback. Holm couldn't quite grasp why they were so flustered. Did they really think someone like him wouldn’t have a partner, or even be married? No, that couldn’t be it; his team wouldn’t think that way. Well… maybe Mickbell might, just a tad.

"Anyway… as I was saying," he chuckles lightly at their surprise. "My partner is an excellent cook, and I was wondering if you all would like to join us for a delicious home-cooked meal at our place."

The group remained in disbelief, but the mere mention of food caused Kuro’s fluffy ears to perk up with interest. “Home-cooked food?” he said, licking his lips in anticipation. Just then, Mickbell’s stomach let out a low growl. “Well... you know, a home-cooked meal does sound pretty nice...”

“Absolutely,” Daya chimed in. “Honestly, we’d be crazy to turn down a tasty home-cooked meal!” Kabru added with a playful grin. Meanwhile, Rin simply nodded in silent agreement. Truth be told, she was craving a good meal and preferred it over the chance of running into any possible troublemakers. But at the same time, she’s curious about this partner of Holm’s. “Alright then, if that’s what everyone wants,” she replied, looking at Kabru.

“Alright, it’s settled!” He turns to Holm. “You’re in charge, Holm!”

Holm nods happily and began to guide them. “Great! You’ll love my partner, they are truly something.” He happily says as the rest of the group follows Holm’s guide. As the group followed Holm to his home, they couldn’t help but wonder what you were like. Were you compassionate and caring like him? Were you wise and knowledgeable like he was? Or were you…the opposite? These thoughts swirled in Kabru’s mind like a tempest. He could hardly contain his eagerness to meet you.

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After a short stroll, the group finally arrives at Holm's house, and it perfectly embodies the warmth and coziness one would expect. As they approach, their eyes are immediately drawn to the garden in front of the wooden porch, showcasing a stunning array of 25 vibrant flowers, artfully arranged to form an inviting and charming entrance. It was clear that these blossoms received plenty of care and attention. A winding cobblestone path snakes through the garden, guiding them to the wooden front door, which features elaborate carvings that suggest Holm's fascination with magic.

As they walked through, they stared in awe, their home was beautiful.

The porch is beautifully decorated with an array of potted plants, each one lovingly cared for, bringing vibrant colors and a sense of vitality to space. From vibrant blossoms to fragrant herbs, these plants reflect yours and Holm’s passion for both nature and functionality. A cozy wooden bench, outfitted with plush cushions, beckons guests to relax and soak in the peaceful ambiance of the area.

Above the door hangs a simple lantern, casting a warm, inviting glow in the evenings. The front door itself is wooden, with intricate carvings that reflect Holm’s magical interests and personal history. The door is flanked by small windows, allowing natural light to filter into the home and offering glimpses of the cozy interior.

Windows with wooden shutters frame the front of the house, allowing ample light to filter in and providing glimpses of the cozy interior. The overall ambiance of Holm’s home is warm and inviting, a perfect retreat for relaxation and contemplation. The house’s design balances functionality and comfort, making it an ideal haven for Holm, you, and a welcoming sight for any visitors.

“wow..your house is beautiful!” Daya gasps in awe as Holm approaches the porch and unlocks the door. "I appreciate it, Daya," he replies, a hint of bashfulness on his face. "Please, everyone, come in and make yourselves comfortable in the living room." He motions for them to enter. “Thank you Holm, but I hope we aren’t intruding, does your partner know we are here?” he inquires with interest. Holm chuckles lightly, "No need to worry, I informed them ahead of time; they were expecting you."

As the group entered, their eyes wandered through the unfamiliar space, and they couldn't help but think that their porch had been the most beautiful part of his house. Little did they know, this was just the start.

Once inside, his living room welcomed them with a warm and inviting vibe, showcasing his comfortable and down-to-earth way of living. The area beautifully combines rustic elegance with carefully chosen details, creating an ideal spot for friends and family to come together.

The room features a grand stone fireplace at its heart, providing both warmth and a captivating centerpiece. Above the hearth, a mantel showcases a variety of trinkets and enchanting artifacts, reflecting Holm’s passions and escapades. A cozy sofa and two well-loved armchairs are positioned around the fireplace, creating an inviting space for guests to unwind and soak in the warm atmosphere.

The wooden floor is adorned with soft, woven rugs that enhance the room's warmth and texture. Bookshelves line the walls, brimming with a diverse collection of ancient texts, spell books, and personal diaries. Among them are delicate crystal figurines resembling unicorns. A few vibrant potted plants and colorful tapestries inject lively hues into the room, seamlessly blending nature with the interior.

The living room bathes in a warm blend of natural light streaming through the front windows, complemented by the gentle flicker of lanterns and candles artfully arranged throughout the space. This creates a tranquil and inviting atmosphere, ideal for engaging conversations, diving into a good book, or simply relaxing after a hectic day. Kabru couldn’t help but feel that this home was truly made for Holm.

“Wow! This place is amazing!” Mickbell exclaimed from Kuro’s shoulders, who grunted in agreement. “Wow...this place reflects you, huh?” Rin remarked, prompting Holm to nod in affirmation. “I’m glad you all appreciate my home, but I can’t take full credit for the decor. My partner played a huge role in it. Speaking of which, I should go fetch them. They might still be getting ready upstairs.”

“There’s an upstairs?” Daya asked.

“Indeed, just a bit further down the hall on your left,” Holm replied. “And if you happen to feel hungry or thirsty, feel free to grab some juice or water from the kitchen. It’s conveniently located right in front of the stairs.”

The party nodded and with that he went upstairs, leaving the party alone in the living room. “So, what are you all waiting for? Let’s make ourselves at home,” Mickbell declared with a self-satisfied grin, motioning for Kuro to kneel so he could dismount. Once on the ground, Mickbell settled into one of the armchair, reclining back to unwind. “Hey! You’re a guest here! Show some manners,” Rin scolded.

In retaliation, Mickbell stuck his tongue out at Rin, which only made her huff in irritation. Meanwhile, Kuro cheerfully scooped Mickbell back up, returning to the chair he had just vacated and placing Mickbell on his lap. “Hey!—…there are two armchairs, you know! Get your own!” Mickbell exclaimed, playfully swatting at Kuro’s paws. Kuro, unfazed, simply rested his head against Mickbell’s.

The others lounged on the sofa, seemingly lost in their own worlds. Rin cast a wary glance at Kabru, who was seated beside her. “Hey,” she called, pulling him from his thoughts. “You’re unusually quiet… is something bothering you?” Her tone was direct, laced with genuine concern. Truthfully he was perfectly fine; he was just curious about his member’s partner.

“Ah, sorry… I was just thinking about Holm’s partner… aren’t you curious too?” he replied, his enthusiasm slightly over the top. “Considering the home decor, the garden, and the way Holm speaks about them… do you think they share his calm and caring nature?”

Mickbell shrugged nonchalantly. “Eh…maybe. I’m just here for the free food.” Kuro's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he licked his lips. “Mhm! Holm mentioned they’re a great cook, and I can’t wait to eat.”

Kabru laughed at their response, while Rin sighed in exasperation. “Yes, I remember him saying they were a nice cook. I can’t lie, I am a little curious about their cooking..” Daya confessed shyly. “What about you, Rin? What do you think?”

Rin paused for a moment, then finally replied. “Well… I suppose I feel the same as Kabru; they most likely share similar personalities.”

“You think so too?” Kabru smiled at her with his pearly whites. “We’ll see when we meet them.”

Everyone nodded in consensus. Following the discussion, a hush fell over the group, with the exception of Mickbell and Kuro, who were engaged in a lively chat about dinner plans. As for Rin and Daya, they sat quietly, wondering how long it was going to take for Holm’s partner to show up..it was getting a little awkward.

For Kabru, this was simply an opportunity to reflect on who you are both as an individual and as a partner. It baffled him that Holm had never brought you up—not even a single time! They’ve been married for three years, and yet he was completely in the dark about you! He HAS to meet you! Given that Holm is quite reserved and tends to keep his life private, this was a refreshing shift for him.

The moment was interrupted as the party recoiled at the sudden sound of the back door swinging open, instantly putting them on high alert. Kuro sprang to his feet, gripping Mickbell tightly and growling at the source of the disturbance.

Daya, Rin, and Kabru quickly followed suit, with Kabru casting a wary glance at the open door. He motioned for the group to creep forward, ensuring their movements were as silent as possible. As they approached, Kabru unsheathed his sword while Rin raised her staff, ready for whatever lay beyond. When they finally reached the back door, they caught sight of a hooded figure in the yard, appearing to be a tall-man, brandishing a bloodied knife in one hand and a basket filled with unknown contents in the other. To make matters worse, there were faint blood splatters decorating the figure's hoodie.

Rin shouted, "Hey! Who are you?" The figure turned, a puzzled look on their face, and with the hand clutching the bloodied knife, they gestured toward the group. "Wha?...who are you—" But before the stranger could complete their sentence, Kuro lunged at them, bringing them down to the ground, convinced they were about to strike. In the scuffle, the knife slipped from their grasp, along with the enigmatic basket they had been carrying, though none of them seemed to notice.

Kuro snarled menacingly, holding the stranger firmly in place. Rin strode beside him, her staff clutched tightly as she aimed it at the intruder. “I said Identify yourself!” she shouted. The stranger thrashed in a panic, their voice rising in desperation. “What the hell!? Get off me!” they cried out.

“Answer my question or I’ll—!”

Holm burst through the back door, his voice echoing with surprise.  “Whaa?!.. What are you guys doing?!” Holm yelled from the back door entrance. The party turned to him, bewildered, as he hurried over to the unfamiliar figure, lightly nudging Kuro aside, who was equally baffled. “Are you alright, dear?”

“Dear..?” The party echoed in unison.

“Ah, yes, well... it seems I've managed to nick my hand a bit.” They displayed their hand, showcasing a small yet painful cut on the knuckle. "Don't worry, I'll take care of that."

"Hold on... what?! Holm, they're a thief!... they tried to swipe your!... strawberries?" Mickbell exclaimed, glancing at the scattered contents of the basket they had been holding. They were stealing strawberries? Kabru began to survey his surroundings instead of focusing on the alleged thief. His backyard was a lush garden brimming with fresh fruits. Then he noticed where the "knife" was. He approached it and picked it up, realizing it was merely a garden knife—and what they had assumed was blood—

He swiped his finger across the blade of the garden knife, then brought it to his mouth, savoring the taste. The others at the party recoiled in disgust, all except Holm, who seemed unfazed. Was that…strawberries? Wait a minute…who was this person to Holm? They couldn’t possibly be—

Holm got up and turned to look at his party with a distasteful expression.

“What in the world were you all thinking when you decided to attack my partner…?!”

“PARTNER?!?!” The party yelled In unison.

What a way to finally meet you.

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After Holm patched you up and helped you gather up all of the fresh, spilt strawberries back in the basket, everyone gathered around in the kitchen. But of course, not after profusely apologizing to you. It would be an understatement to say you were frustrated with them, but if you were truly a thief, it did bring you some solace knowing they were eager to help and safeguard your husband.

Nevertheless, it wasn’t the most favorable first impression. Particularly that other tall woman… she couldn’t seem to stop nervously glancing your way after everything that had happened.

Anyhow, while in the kitchen you went to check on the lasagna that you had originally prepared for dinner, but because of what happened earlier, open the oven only to find it burned..great. Dinner is ruined and it smells in the house. With a heavy sigh, you removed the ruined dish and made your way to the window, hoping to let some fresh air in to dissipate the unpleasant smell.

Holm strolls beside you “Dinner got burnt huh..?” He teases “Yeah..so much for lasagna, haha.” You chuckle, “Yeah, there goes my lasagna, haha.” With a thoughtful expression, you place your hand on your chin. “Looks like I’ll need to whip up something else. Oh! I think I have some leftover beef; I could make pot roast instead. What do you think?” You glance over at the group, seeking their nods of approval.

Kuro's ears perked up at the mention of beef, and he instantly barked, "Yes!"

Mickbell's mouth nearly watered at the thought of pot roast, exclaiming, "Absolutely!"

Daya nodded quietly, still feeling a bit embarrassed about the earlier incident, which was completely understandable. Rin also nodded in agreement. However, Kabru wore a look of guilt. Not only had they caused you a minor injury, but they also led to the unfortunate burning of the dinner you had so thoughtfully prepared for them.

"We really appreciate that, thank you... but what about the lasagna? It would be a shame to just toss it out." You nodded in agreement. "I know. I'll just save it for later. Not sure what I'll do with it yet, but I'll think of something." You smiled at him. "I certainly don’t want to serve my guests a burnt meal."

You turned to Holm with a playful smile. “Annnd as for youuu~” you teased. “I’m going to whip up a nice fruit bowl using the fresh fruits I gathered just for you.” You bent over and planted a sweet kiss on the tip of his nose, watching as a rosy hue spread across his cheeks. “Oh! Sweetheart… you really don’t have to go through the trouble of making both. I can lend a hand with dinner you know…”

“oh please, you know I enjoy cooking. But…if you insist.” you say playfully, reaching for two aprons hanging on a hook by the kitchen door and handing one to Holm. They are undeniably cheesy; yours features a cute illustration of bacon with the phrase “we go together like,” while his completes it with “bacon and eggs” and a drawing of eggs. You’ve always found it a bit silly, but Holm seems to enjoy it, so why not?

Daya inquired, "Is there anything we can help you with?" Given that they had already disrupted your dinner plans, she figured they might as well lend a hand this time.

You turn to the group, fastening the apron around yourself. “Hmm…” you muse, tapping your chin thoughtfully. “Nope!” you exclaim with a grin, making Daya and the others flinch slightly at your bluntness...but could they blame you?

“Seriously, though, we appreciate the offer. You’re our guests, so let us whip up a fresh meal for you, alright?” You head over to the fridge, pulling out some beef along with a large container. “Just kick back in the living room. We’ll let you know when it’s ready. If you need anything, we’ll be right here,” Holm assures them.

The party ultimately agreed, then proceeded to leave you two alone in the kitchen to cook. As they left the kitchen, each of them couldn’t help but have their thoughts occupied and you and Holm.

Rin, the most skeptical member of the group, couldn't shake off her doubts about your relationship. To be fair, she hardly knows you, and her first impression of you wasn’t exactly stellar—after all, she did almost blow you up. It’s hard for her to hold a grudge, though. Still, she can’t help but worry about Holm. How can she trust your character when she was completely unaware of your existence until now? For all she knows, you could be hiding a dark side—unlikely, but still a possibility.

Rin holds a deep respect for Holm, admiring his unwavering dedication, impressive skills, vast knowledge, and ability to remain calm in tough situations. These qualities make him an invaluable asset to the team. She values his knack for navigating complex challenges and his commitment to ensuring everyone’s safety, viewing him as a trustworthy ally. Naturally, she hopes her friend finds someone just as kind-hearted. But if he’s been with you for three years, that must mean he truly cares for you. She just wishes that this relationship doesn’t lead to heartbreak for him.

Daya, on the other hand, truly admired the bond you shared with him. She found it utterly adorable, and just thinking about it made her blush a bit. Much like Rin, she holds Holm in high regard for his wisdom and his calm, composed nature during tough times. Daya often looks up to him, appreciating his vast experience and skill set. Among all the members of the party, Holm is the one she feels the closest to. While they aren't extremely tight-knit, their shared interests create a sense of comfort for Daya. Even though you may not have been fond of her after the party mistakenly labeled you a criminal, she genuinely hopes that you and Holm bring each other happiness.

When it comes to the pair of Mickbell and Kuro, there’s not much to elaborate on regarding Kuro. He’s just a straightforward dog with basic desires—mainly, food. He can’t wait to eat that pot roast. Now, Mickbell, on the other hand, has a lot on his mind. First off, he can’t help but wonder how Holm, a guy who usually keeps to himself, managed to snag someone as impressive as you. Don’t get him wrong; he thinks Holm is a decent guy who deserves a great partner. Still, it leaves Mickbell pondering how Holm found a partner before he did. Oh well...good game Holm, good game. Mickbell made a mental note to ask you if you had any tall-man friends that were into half-foots.

At last, we come to Kabru. What were his thoughts about you? To put it simply, you piqued his interest. Don’t worry, it wasn’t in a romantic sense. At first, he pictured you as calm and composed like Holm, but you turned out to be quite different—though that’s not a bad thing at all. Based on how you reacted when they mistook you for a criminal, you probably wouldn’t last too long with an actual one. Still, you exude a warmth and kindness similar to his own, and you’re likely more straightforward than Holm. It’s evident that you genuinely care about him, which is wonderful. He’s pleased that Holm has found someone to bond with, and he hopes that in time, the rest of the group, including himself, will have the chance to get to know you better.

~ TIME SKIP….~

“Dinner is ready!” you called out, channeling the enthusiasm of a parent summoning their kids. “Time to eat!” Almost instantly, Kuro and Mickbell dashed to the table, eager to fill their plates with hearty pot roast, creamy mashed potatoes, and vibrant green beans. After all, a well-rounded meal just wouldn’t be complete without those veggies!

The rest of the group followed suit, gathering around the large, robust wooden table that had a farmhouse charm. However, there were only six chairs available for the seven of you. Holm spotted this before settling into the last chair, cradling his bowl of freshly sliced fruit. “Oh, it seems there’s just one chair left. You can have it, dear,” he said with a cheerful glance in your direction.

You smiled and shook your head. “No need to worry about me, love. I’ll eat later. Right now, I’m not feeling very hungry…you go ahead and take the seat.”

Holm raised an eyebrow, teasingly asking, “Oh? Have you lost your appetite? Then I’ll wait to eat then, I’m not too hunger either to be honest.” Kabru perked up at this. So he prefers to eat together with his partner? That’s..pretty cute.

“Aww… are you really sure, sweetheart? You love fruits, don’t you?”

Holm nodded, a playful smile on his face. “Yeah, but… I’d rather eat with you. After all… you’re my favorite.” His lighthearted joke made you stifle a giggle, while the rest of the group exchanged amused glances, except for Daya, who seemed unfazed.

“So….” Mickbell suddenly calls your name, pulling you out of your thoughts. “Out of curiosity..do you have any tall-man friends that are into half-foots?”

You blink at him in surprise, while Holm shoots him a bashful glare, clearly wondering why he would ask his partner that. Meanwhile, Rin gives Mickbell a smack on the head.

“What’s that for?” Mickbell grumbles, rubbing the spot where Rin hit him. Daya and Kuro, however, remain blissfully focused on their meals. “This pot roast is amazing,” Daya exclaims with a bright smile, making you grin in return. “Thanks, Daya.”

She looked at you in confusion. “Wait..you already know our names?” You nodded. “Yes, Holm told me beforehand.”

How considerate of him, Kabru mused. Although he had only known you for a brief period, he found himself strangely admiring the bond you shared with Holm. Just by observing the way he looked at you, it was clear that genuine love was present. It made Kabru curious… what do you two get up to when it’s just the two of you? Surely something romantic, right? Do you cuddle up while watching films? Do you enjoy stargazing together? Or do you share more intimate moments at night—

“Hey.” Rin nudged Kabru, snapping him back to reality once more. “Oops, sorry. I was zoning out again, wasn’t I?”

She shook her head. “You were staring right at them… it’s a bit creepy.”

“Wait, what?” He turned back to the couple, noticing Holm was oblivious to the gaze and continued chatting with you. However, you felt a shiver at the edge of your awareness, especially with those piercing blue eyes. Kabru mentally kicked himself. “Right… my bad.”

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After the meal and a few awkward exchanges, the gathering was ready to wrap up and head home, except for Holm, of course. You and Holm waved goodbye to the guests as they departed. Once they were all out, you locked the door, leaving just you and Holm in the quiet of the living room.

He let out a sigh, as if releasing a breath he had been holding. Turning to you with a slightly anxious look, he asked, “So… um… what did you think of my party?” You offered him a gentle smile. What were your thoughts on them?

Well, it was hard to ignore the fact that you had been mistaken for a criminal in your own space, which did cast a slight shadow over your impression of the group. Still, you recognized that they meant well… at least most of them. Mickbell was a bit goofy, Kuro was decent enough, and Daya struck you as the most apologetic and genuinely kind. Rin, on the other hand, tended to be a bit negative at times, and she nearly exploded you. Although she did say sorry, that moment was still quite frightening.

Then there was Kabru, the leader. He was definitely a character—not in a bad way, though. Once he realized you were his partner and not a thief (a fact you would never let him forget), he turned out to be quite pleasant. He had a certain charm, but there was something a bit off about him too. That intense gaze he had during dinner was more than a little unsettling..!

Overall…you thought his party was weird. but it was clear that everyone held Holm in high regard, and that’s what truly counts. You made a mental note to never invite them over here again in fear of getting blown up though.

You hesitated before responding, “They’re… really nice!” Holm noticed your uncertainty and gently patted your arm for reassurance. “It’s okay, you can be honest. I know there was a rough start and all with Rin almost blowing you up…so if you’re not too keen on them, I won’t take it personally. They usually don’t jump to conclusions that quickly.”

You let out a soft sigh. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I don’t believe they’re bad people; it’s obvious they care about you, and that makes me happy. But… I have to admit, I was a bit surprised.” You tried to lighten the mood with a joke, but Holm’s face fell, showing concern and sadness. “I’m really sorry. I should have realized you were in the garden. I could have warned you that they were here and—”

“Slow down!” you interject, halting his endless chatter. “It’s not your fault..you have nothing to apologize for baby.” You gently kiss his cheek. “I’m fantastic, okay?”

He looks at you skeptically. “What? You think I’m lying?” You lean in, cupping his face and pressing your lips against his, leaving him blushing like a ripe tomato. “How about now?”

He hesitates, glancing away shyly. “You seem alright…” he murmurs. “Just alright? That’s not enough~” you tease playfully. “What do you mean…? Oh..!” Holm gasps, suddenly aware of the pressure from your knee against his growing arousal. “Should I stop?” you inquire gently. He struggles to meet your gaze, feeling the heat of your playful demeanor. Biting his lip, he looks down at his desire before answering, “No.”

Today was starting to turn around~

You took Holm's hand and led him upstairs to your shared bedroom. Once you both settled onto the bed, you playfully started to remove your clothes, enjoying the way he watched you with a shy expression. It was amusing how, despite having seen you naked countless times, he still blushed at the sight of you.

Now clad only in your undergarments, you noticed that he was still fully dressed, his pants clearly revealing his excitement. "Would you like me to help you out of those clothes, baby?" you teased, prompting him to finally meet your gaze and nod in agreement. With a playful smile, you began to peel away his layers, leaving him in just his undergarments as well.

You adjusted your stance, settling above him, your form gracefully suspended over his smaller frame. His heart raced, both from the intimate proximity and his nervous excitement.

“You’re so cute under me.” You complimented, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. “Ah…th..thank you, love.” He shyly says, god he was so cute like this. He softly traced his large fingers over your arms before letting them settle on your shoulders, gently guiding you down as he signaled his desire for a kiss.

As you leaned down to kiss him, he eagerly reciprocated, returning the kiss with matching fervor. His hands slid from your shoulders, tracing along your sides before coming to rest on your hips. He gave them a gentle squeeze, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened.

You pulled away from the kiss, taking a moment to appreciate the impact you had on him. He gasps softly as you leaned in and started to plant soft kisses along his neck, tilting his head back to give you better access. His hands slide around to the small of your back, holding you close as he shuddered beneath you. “Ahh…that feels…mmm…” He trailed off, lost in the sensations. He was always so responsive to your touch, and it always made you feel powerful and desired.

You started to plant soft kisses along his stomach, prompting his hands to shift from your back to your hair. A shaky breath escaped him as your lips descended further, his skin warming with desire. When your mouth reached his pelvis, he couldn’t help but buck his hips lightly, seeking more of your touch.

“D-dear…please…” He whimpered, his voice thick with need. He loved it when you took control like this, when you made him feel wanted and cherished. You playfully asked, glancing up at him. “What do you want me to do?”

He bit his lip, squirming under your intense faze as you hovered above him, teasing him mercilessly. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, his cheeks flushed a deep rep. “I... I want you... t-to touch me..." He stammered out, his voice barely above a whisper. His hips twitched impatiently, aching for your touch.

“As you wish~” You purred as your fingers find their way beneath his waistband, pulling it down. He let out a sharp gasp as you revealed his aching member, already hard and leaking with anticipation. He arched his back, pushing his hips up slightly in offering. “Ahhm…” he moaned, his voice trembling with need. “Please…don’t tease me, love..” He begged.

You stifled a giggle before kissing the tip of his dick whilst holding onto his thighs. A choked moan escaped his lips as you did so, his back arching off the bed. He removed his hands from your head to the sheets, gripping it tightly as he tried to ground himself. “O-oh..my…!” he panted, his hips twitching involuntarily. He loved the feeling of your soft lips against his most intimate place, rarely do you two get this intimate so he plans on cherishing this while it lasts because god knows he doesn’t last very long from oral.

He threw his head back with a loud moan, his body trembling as you fully took him into your warm, wet mouth. He loved the way your lips felt wrapped around him, the way your tongue swirled around his sensitive tip. It’s important to remember the size different between you two, although his dick isn’t that much smaller from the average tall-man you could still easily fully take him into your mouth every time, which drove him nuts.

“Ahnn!..s..so good…d-don’t stop..!” He begged, his hips bucking slightly as he fought the urge to thrust up into your mouth. He always struggle to hold back when you pleasured him like this.

You internally chuckled at his reaction, he looked so precious right now, you could just eat him up. You continued to trail your wet tongue all over his dick, then moved your hands to his stomach, preventing him from thrusting too enthusiastically. He whimpered, his cock throbbing against your tongue. The vibrations from his moans only encouraged you to suck harder, coaxing out more of those desperate noises.

“Mmmph…I-I’m…I’m close…” He warned, his voice strained and breathes. He was already dangerously close to the edge, your skilled mouth bringing him right to the brink. However, before he could even reach his orgasm, you pulled away from his dick with a small pop.

He whined in protest as you suddenly released him, his cock bobby obscenely in front of your face. He looked down at you with hazy, lust-filled eyes, panting heavily. “Why…why’d you stop?” He asked, his voice thick with desire. He reached down to stoke himself, trying to ease the ache you had left behind.

You quickly reached for his hand, stopping that action. He looked up at you questioningly, wondering why you were teasing him right now. “Please…I need…” he trailed off, too caught up in the the haze of lust to finish his thought. You placed a finger to your lips, silencing him, then began to crawl over his sensitive body. His gaze was fixed on you as you slipped off your underwear, exposing your bare arousal. Suddenly…he felt as if he could cum right at that second.

“Holm… I want you to cum inside me.” His eyes widened as you revealed yourself to him, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks. He licked his lips unconsciously, desire burning in his faze as he drank in the sight of his beautiful partner. “I…are you sure..?” He asked hesitantly. “I…I’m afraid I wont…last very long..” He confessed, just the mere thought of being fully inside of you could make him cum alone.

“Yes baby, I want all of you deep inside me, won’t you take me?” You begged, your arousal just hovering right above his. He groaned at your teasing words, his hips twitching upwards involuntarily. He nodded eagerly, his cock pulsing with need. “Yes..! Yes! N…need you so badly right now!” He breathed out, reaching up to caress your hips gently.

You didn’t waste any time plopping onto his dick entirely. You both let out a sharp gasp as you sank down onto him, your tight heat enveloping his length. His eyes rolled back, a deep moan escaping his lips as he bottomed out inside you. “H-holy…mhm!!..you..feel amazing..” He panted, his hands gripping your hips tighter. He started to roll his hips slowly, savoring the feeling of your walls fluttering around him.

“Ah…f..fuck..” You breathed out, feeling him lightly stretch you out. You two rarely get intimate so whenever you do, he stretches you out each time..and you love it. You then leaned down, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss as you then began to bounce on his dick.

He groaned into the kiss, his hips snapping up to meet yours as you bounced on him. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the comfortable room, mixed with your shared moans of pleasure. “Mphm..ride…ride me…take all of me..” He encouraged breathlessly, his hands sliding up to cup your chest, he rolled your nipples between his big fingers, sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

“Ah..damn…!” You moaned, your hands moving to his shoulders instead, gripping them desperately. His trusts grew more forceful, more urgent, as he chased his rapidly approaching climax “Mhpm…Love…I’m gonna…gonna..cum soon..” He warned, his voice strained. He wanted to hold back, to prolong your pleasure but the feeling of your tight walls squeezing him was too much.

You could feel your orgasm build up each time your arousals meet. “Fu…fuuuck..I..I-I think im close too..!”

“Cum with me…w..want to feel you..!” He begged, his hips stuttering as he neared his peak. He could feel your walls starting to flutter around him, signaling your impending orgasm. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he reached his peak. “Ahhnn!!...c-cumming..!!” He cried out, his vision whiting out from the intensity of his release. He filled you with his seed, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over him. “H-haaah~!! Fuck..!” You cried out, your own orgasm washing over you.

He continued to rock his hips gently as you rode out your orgasm, coaxing every last drop of pleasure from your trembling body. He peppered your face with soft kisses, murmuring worfs of love and adoration. “Ah.haha…that’s it..come for me…my gorgeous partner..” He praised, his voice hoarse from exertion. As your climax subsided, he pulled you down into a tender embrace, holding you close. You blushed as you slowly came from your high. “Ah…oh wow…” You panted.

“I..I love you so much..” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

In moments like these, he felt truly complete, truly happy.

“I…I love you too, Holm..~” You breathed out.

Matthew has been staying with you for a few months now. Having him around has been relatively smooth, but it would be even better if he contributed to the bills. You might assume that since he doesn’t munch on your groceries, your expenses would be low. However, that’s not the case. Occasionally, he’ll whip up a meal for you when you come home late, which is a nice gesture, but the flavors are always a bit off. He tends to mix a hodgepodge of ingredients and label it dinner. So wasteful!

He has absolutely no clue when it comes to cooking. This one time he attempted to impress you with a bird he had caught the night before, feathers and all. He only tossed it in the microwave for a few minutes and sprinkled some salt and pepper on top. You nearly lost your appetite that day. The moment you walked in, he eagerly thrust the plate at you, beaming with the biggest smile, complete with a haphazard heart made of ketchup on the side. He was so proud of his culinary "creation."

You wanted to pass away that day.

Sometimes, you can't help but see him as a bit of a leech. He drains your electricity while binge-watching countless shows, taking marathon-length showers, and tinkering with your gadgets just for fun. Seriously, how many shows can one person possibly watch in a single day? When that electricity bill arrived, your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. That's when you figured it was time to help him find a job.

When you share your idea with him, he starts to complain, expressing how much he hates being apart from you while he clings to your side. You roll your eyes and tease him, promising a “reward” if he can actually find and maintain a job. Instantly, his attitude shifts, and he becomes determined to secure employment.

Initially, he landed a position as a cashier. Sounds straightforward, right? For most people, it would be, but for Matthew, this was merely the starting point. After securing the job, he was doing well for a few hours… until he was ultimately let go.

What happened? He managed to swipe $200 from the cash register he was responsible for and even tried to drink the blood of one of his coworkers. Understandably, his manager and colleagues were not pleased. His justification? “It’s reckless to leave all this money here; someone could easily take it. Like me.” As for the blood… he didn’t actually have any; he just felt like it.

Okay…alright! He was probably going to get fired at some point anyways, maybe a cashier wasn’t the best job for him. So, he switched gears and took on a role as a waiter. This seemed like a more straightforward gig—just serve food with that winning smile of his. And of course, he wouldn’t be tempted to eat any of it because, well, you know the reason. Surely, this job would suit him perfectly, right?

Looks like things didn’t change much. This gig lasted him a few days longer than the last, but he still ended up getting fired. The funny part? It wasn’t entirely his fault this time… or was it? The constant aroma of fancy dishes made him nauseous, and he ended up throwing up on a customer. It’s kind of hilarious that gourmet food made him sick, but he could handle the weird spice combos he throws together in his “cooking.” Oh and, you should add that he also tried to drink the blood of another co-worker of his. Thanks Matthew, very cool! His excuse this time was “ ..what? Have you smelt their foods? So…revolting!” It was in fact NOT revolting. As for the blood sucking…again, he just felt like it.

Right..well…he wasn’t the WORST waiter but he sure as hell wasn’t the best one. Maybe he just needs a job that requires less interaction with strangers…ah, that’s it! A food delivery driver! That’s perfect for him! He rarely needs to talk to people in this one, all he needs to do is drop of their food and let the customers know on the app that its there. Finally, he has a good job!

Is what you thought.

Right after, and you’re talking literal minutes after he was accepted for the job he was fired. Why? Well, he casually mentioned to his boss that he didn’t have a driver’s license. He can’t drive…that’s right..how the hell did you forget he can’t drive? His manager, not knowing that he was a vampire, fired him. To him, he didn’t need a license. He can literally fly AND turn into a bat, the hell does he need that for? Matthew was not amused by this oversight, so he took matters into his own hands… and let’s just say his manager ended up as a snack. Guess he finally took care of that craving.

When you two got home after the third job you plopped onto the couch, you collapsed onto the couch, burying your face in your hands with a groan. Three jobs, and not a single paycheck to show for it. He trailed in after you, shutting the door with a curious glance. “Dude…how are you so bad at every job you do?”

He lets out a theatrical gasp, clutching his chest. “What? Bad!? It’s more like you humans have the most complicated jobs.” He chuckles derisively. “Honestly…how do you manage to get by without the power to soar through the skies or transform into a bat? You really have it rough.” You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his remark.

“Complicated? Those were complicated to you?” you pressed further. He started to stammer, his face flushing with embarrassment as he grasped the implications of his words. “Did…did I really say complicated? I meant r-ridiculous! Stupid!...that’s what I meant.” You let out a frustrated sigh, rising to your feet and dismissing him with a wave. “Ugh…just forget it. Can you please go easy on the TV and the food, alright?” He fell silent, nodding obediently.

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Matthew POV

With that, Matthew watched you as you left the living room and headed off into your bedroom. You looked so exhausted, so disappointed…in him, specifically. And he hated it. The last thing he wanted to do was disappoint you! He felt so bad…he’ll make it up to you, he swears. At first, he considered going down on you as an apology for going through three jobs but getting a job by himself would probably make you happier.

He'll definitely still go down on you later.

He lingered in the dim light of the room, watching as your breathing deepened and your eyelids fluttered shut. Once he was certain you were sound asleep, he slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb you. The night air greeted him as he stepped outside, the quiet streets of the town stretching before him like a blank canvas.

As he wandered through the shadows, his gaze fell upon a series of ‘Help Wanted!’ signs plastered haphazardly on the lampposts. Each one caught his attention, and he paused to read them, his mind racing with possibilities. A fast food cook? He chuckled softly to himself, recalling your playful critiques of his culinary skills. No, that wouldn’t do.

Next, he spotted a listing for a medical assistant. It sounded intriguing, but the thought of dealing with blood made his stomach growl. He could already envision the chaos that would ensue if he were faced with a needle. And then there was the blood donor sign—definitely not a job he was willing to consider. If anyone was going to be giving blood tonight, it certainly wouldn’t be him.

Ugh!..why was this so difficult? None of these jobs were good. Why can’t a fitting job opportunity just hit him in the fa— “Ah-!” he exclaimed, pulling the paper away with an exasperated sigh. Speak of the devil. “Huh?..what is this..?”

“ 𝓡𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓲𝓽 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓮!~ 🐇🥕

🍒𝓒 𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓳𝓸𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓾𝓷! 💋

*𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓜𝓐𝓛𝓔 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓻𝓼*

ᐢ. ₓ .ᐢ ”

Matthew rolled his eyes, a deep crimson creeping across his cheeks. “What is this nonsense? A gig for creeps? Do I look like some kind of cheap floozy?” he exclaimed, though his curiosity got the better of him as he continued to scan the flyer. His gaze landed on the address—wait, it was just around the corner. “But… maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to take a look… hmm.” With a mix of trepidation and intrigue, he set off toward the adult job’s location, a thrill of anticipation coursing through him.

This will be interesting.

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*BACK TO YOUR POV*

Weeks had slipped by since the chaotic job debacle, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. Your electricity bills had taken a nosedive, and to your surprise, Matthew had stopped his usual antics of messing with your food. In fact, he seemed to be contributing to the household expenses, which raised a few eyebrows. How was he managing that? After all, he had been fired from three different jobs in quick succession. What kind of work could he possibly be doing now? And every time he handed you a share of the money, it was always in cash—sometimes even sticky. Gross..

The absence of Matthew during the late hours has not gone unnoticed. Each night, as the clock strikes midnight, he just seems to vanish into thin air. You’ve caught glimpses of him slipping out of bed, careful not to disturb your sleep, before he quietly makes his way to the front door. It’s unusual for him to leave without a word or an attempt to coax you along. This behavior raises a red flag in your mind. What could he possibly be up to? Is he involved in some sort of criminal activity? The thought of him robbing people or breaking into banks feels far-fetched, especially considering how he struggled to handle you when you two first met.

You attempted to bring it up with him, but he just twisted the truth, insisting you were imagining things. He’s such a terrible liar. If he’s not gonna tell you, you’ll have to figure it out yourself.

The following night, you feigned sleep, biding your time for Matthew to quietly leave the bed and head off to his unknown destination. The moment he was gone, you sprang out of bed, threw on a random jacket from your closet, and snatched your keys from the counter. Stepping outside cautiously, you scanned the area for any sign of him and caught a glimpse of him darting to your left. Without hesitation, you hopped into your car and started to trail him. Where could he possibly be headed?

As you trailed him for what felt like an eternity, about 10 to 15 minutes, he finally came to a halt, standing before a building that made your head tilt in confusion….is that a strip club? The neon lights flickered enticingly, casting a colorful glow on the pavement. Before you could even gather your thoughts and step out of the car, Matthew slipped inside, leaving you to grapple with your curiosity.

You glanced at the sign above the entrance: “𝓡𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓲𝓽 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓮.” Your mind raced with possibilities. Surely, he must be working as a waiter or maybe a bartender. But then again, he did so badly as a waiter the first time, what’s so different here? Well, time to find out now.

You hesitantly walk inside, and as soon as you did your eyes were immediately blinded by the bright neon lights that shinned through the window of the closed two doors. They were so bright you didn’t even notice the body guard standing beside it.

“Identification?” His voice cut through the air, causing you to startle slightly. “Oh? Right, my bad.” You fumble in your pocket, retrieving your ID with a sense of relief that you always carry it. He takes a moment to examine it before returning it to you, then he pushes the doors open with a smooth motion.

Here we go.

As you stepped inside, your eyes gradually acclimated to the dazzling brightness that enveloped the room. You had anticipated a scene filled with female strippers, waitresses bustling about, and male bartenders mixing drinks. However, what awaited you was a shock—

“Hello gorgeous!~”

You glance to your left, and your heart skips a beat.…is that Lucas Lee? Oh my. What on earth is he wearing? It looks like a bunny suit, but it’s all turned around. Instead of the usual design that leaves the midsection covered, this one covers everything but his chest down to his lower stomach, complete with a collar and a tie that gives off a bizarrely formal vibe. To add to the absurdity, he’s sporting a pair of fluffy bunny ears perched atop his head. And those… well, boobs of his, were massive.

 You blinked, caught off guard. “Um… hi there… Lucas, isn’t it?” Your voice trembled slightly, your gaze fixated on his chest, were you even talking to him or his boobs at this point. Lucas let out a soft laugh. “That’s me! Come on, I’ll show you to a table. We’ve got loads of them available. You won’t want to miss our top dancer’s performance.” You nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as he led you deeper into the vibrant club.

As you strolled through the bustling venue, your eyes began to wander, taking in the vibrant atmosphere around you. It struck you how every waiter you encountered was male, while the females were bartenders, funnily enough they were wearing regular suits, a curious detail that lingered in your mind. One pretty bartender in particular had short pink and blue hair while another had short red hair. Not bad.

Then, amidst the crowd, familiar faces emerged, sending a jolt of surprise through you There was Todd Ingram, the bassist from ‘The Clash at Demonhead,’ serving tables with an air of nonchalance., Wallace Wells flirting with a dancer, some…twins..? and….was that fucking Gideon Graves?

Lucas guided you to a table positioned perfectly next to the stage, the vibrant energy of the room swirling around you. To your left, a lively group of women filled the air with laughter and cheers, clearly in the midst of a bachelorette celebration; one of them, adorned in a white sash, was the center of attention. On your right, however, sat a solitary boy, his presence almost a stark contrast to the festivities. With tousled light brown hair and dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans, he seemed lost in his own world, as if he had wandered into the wrong scene entirely.

“Hey.” He speaks, drawing your attention. “Yeah?”

“Does your friend work here too?” …. Huh?...how the fuck? You stare at him for a moment. “I… um, yes? I think? I’m just now finding out about this.” He gives a knowing nod. “I thought so. You seemed a bit lost. And honestly, it looks like you just rolled out of bed.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks as you realize your disheveled appearance. “Oh, right… that’s because I actually did.” He lets out a soft laugh, a warm glimmer in his eyes. “Don’t worry, me too.” Extending his hand, he introduces himself. “I’m Neil..or…well my friends call me Young Neil.” You nod, then proceeded to give him your name too.

“(your name) huh? I like that.” A soft smile graced your lips as you caught his eye, but your attention quickly shifted to the lights beginning to fade, the stage’s illumination growing more pronounced. Ah, the show was about to begin. You would leave to find Matthew, assuming he’s working somewhere around here but you’re curious to see who was coming to dance. Probably Scott, yeah?

The moment your thoughts began to swirl with possibilities, the sound of footsteps echoed from the stage ahead. Straining your eyes through the thick fog, you caught sight of a shape that stirred a sense of recognition within you. But the haze obscured the details, leaving you puzzled. The figure advanced, step by step, until—! Hold on…is that fucking—…?!

Holy fucking shit, it was Matthew.

He donned the same uniform as his fellow workers, a quirky reverse bunny suit that hugged his form, complete with a crisp collar, a neatly tied bow, and those playful bunny ears perched atop his head. But what truly set him apart was the way he approached, balancing a bottle of what appeared to be exquisite wine on a gleaming silver platter, a sleek black napkin draped elegantly over his other arm. You found yourself captivated, speechless as your gaze wandered from his striking features down to his chest, and then to the enticing line of his well-groomed happy trail.

Fuck.

The women gathered nearby erupted in cheers, their laughter ringing out as they waved their empty wine glasses in the air. One particularly bold voice shouted for him to strip down, her words slurring slightly from the effects of too much wine. It was evident that most of them were quite tipsy. Matthew scanned the crowd with a playful glint in his eye, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Looks like you’re all eager~ Shall we start?” With a casual motion, he lowered the silver platter toward the floor, giving Todd the grab the wine while Matthew nonchalantly tossed the silver platter over his shoulder. Then with a swift motion, he tossed the napkin that had been resting on his arm into the sea of eager faces in the crowd.

A few women fought for it, but only one was victorious. You make a mental note to steal that from her.

As the music pulsed through the air, he moved with a sultry grace, his body entwined with the pole like a vine. With each rhythmic sway, the crowd erupted in cheers, their excitement fueling his performance. His hands roamed over his skin, teasingly exploring every curve and contour. Slowly, he sank to his knees, the heat of the moment igniting the atmosphere. A few eager girls reached out, their fingers brushing against him, and he couldn't help but laugh softly. With a playful glint in his eye, he crawled to the edge of the stage, inviting their touch as they eagerly grasped at his toned stomach and chest.

The urge to take a life had never coursed through your veins like it did in this moment. Yet, as you gazed at him, a strange thrill ignited within you. He looked so captivating, so alive, as if he were the only beacon in a darkened universe. You had never imagined encountering him in such a setting, nor had you anticipated this side of him. You just got a new idea for tonight.

You kept your gaze fixed on his playful antics, completely absorbed until your eyes met his. The moment was electric; he squeaked in shock, swiftly swatting the girl’s hands away from him. Ah, shit…he saw you. To the girl’s evident annoyance, Matthew sprang off the stage, his cheeks flushed as he made a beeline for you. “Wha—? What are you doing here?!...h-how’d you find me?” He stammers.

You raise an eyebrow, a playful smirk dancing on your lips. “You’re not very good at keeping secrets, are you?” you quip, your tone light. “I had no idea you were working as a ‘dancer’ here.”

“I… I didn’t mean to keep it from you! I just thought it would help…” he stammers, his voice tinged with regret. “I feel useless all day, and I wanted to do something to make you happy … Do you hate me?”

You chuckle softly, shaking your head. “Hate you? Not even close… Seriously, you’re such a drama queen.” Your teasing tone catches him off guard, and he blinks at you, wide-eyed. “Really? You don’t hate me?”

“No, actually… you probably didn’t need to take this job, but if it’s beneficial for you, then by all means, keep going.”

“Wait… I didn’t?!”

You let out a nervous laugh. “Yeeeah… I was only half-joking when I called you a parasite. I do enjoy your company when I get home from work.” Matthew strikes a dramatic pose. “When did you ever call me a parasite… wait, PARTLY?!”

You choose to overlook his comment and press on. “Oh, and before you spend that money… make sure to wash it first.” He chuckles in response. “Ahah… right, of course.”

“Hey… if there are any more openings at this job, I could—”

“NO.” He interrupts firmly. “Oh? And why not?”

“….You already have a job! And… I won’t allow anyone else to gawk at you with their lecherous eyes.” You can’t help but laugh at his blatant hypocrisy. “Alright, alright, I get it.”

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

Hours pass, and you two are finally at home. You ended up staying late while he finished up his shift, it was so late that he didn’t bother changing his ‘dancer’ outfit. While taking him home, he catches you glancing at him a couple of times. “Do you like what you see?” He teases.

“I do.” You tease back. “Yknow, I gotta ask…how do you dance with that on? Like without getting.. hard?” He shrugs. “Eh..my co-workers are cool and so are the patrons but…I really only like you.”

“Oh~? Would you wear it during sex?” He looks at you in surprise, then his face proceeds to flush. “..y-yes…if you want me to..”

Things are about to get 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂.

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

As you both stepped through the door, Matthew wasted no time, pulling you toward the bed with an unexpected urgency. He gently pushed you onto your back, a spark of surprise flickering in your eyes at his sudden boldness. “Since when did you get so daring?” you teased, a playful smile dancing on your lips.

“Hey, I can be assertive too~” he replied, his grin widening as he leaned in, planting soft kisses along your jaw and down your neck. Each kiss sent shivers through you, coaxing soft moans from your lips.

His hands roamed eagerly over your clothed chest and hip, the outline of his growing excitement becoming more pronounced beneath his suit. You glanced down, a smirk playing on your face. “Already fired up, huh? Want me to take care of that?~” you quipped, wiggling your eyebrows mischievously.

Matthew let out an exasperated breath. “Hey! Who’s in charge here?” You shot him a teasing glance, rolling your eyes dramatically. “Clearly not you…”

“Oh really?” With a swift motion, he lifted your shirt and jacket, exposing your bare skin. “Let’s find out, shall we?” His hand slipped beneath your pants and undergarments, teasingly exploring your core, making you gasp in surprise. “Ah…wow…you’re serious huh—oh!”

As he unexpectedly slipped a finger inside, a shiver ran through you, igniting a spark deep within. “Ahhm…ahh…Matthew…” you gasped, your breath hitching in your throat. With a playful grin, he leaned in, his tongue brushing against your hardened nipple, teasingly sucking as he added another finger, his movements expertly scissoring. “Do you like that?..haha..~” he taunted, his voice dripping with mischief

The tension in the air was palpable, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. “Please… don’t stop,” you gasped, your breath hitching as he continued his tantalizing ministrations. He chuckled softly, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Oh, you want more, do you?~” Just as you felt yourself teetering on the edge, he suddenly withdrew his fingers, leaving you gasping in frustration. “What are you doing? Why did you stop?” you whined, your voice laced with desperation. His laughter echoed in the room, playful and infuriating. “Patience, my dear…”

He slowly removes your undergarments and pants, exposing your bare skin to his gaze. “I can see you’re eager for me~” With a teasing grin, he reaches into his pants, pulling out his dick, which springs forth with anticipation. His tip grazed with precum. “J..just shut up and fuck me, Matthew..!”

He didn’t need to be asked again. With a swift motion, he lifted your legs, securing them around his waist as he settled himself between them. His own legs slid beneath yours, and he positioned himself above you, his hands framing your face, creating an intimate space just for the two of you. A soft gasp escaped your lips as the realization of your new position washed over you, and you gazed up at him, your eyes heavy with anticipation. “Are you ready?” he inquired gently, his voice laced with concern. You responded with an eager nod, excitement bubbling within you.

In a moment of pure connection, he enveloped you completely, a shared raspy moan escaping both of your lips as the intensity of the moment washed over you both. “H-haaah~!...damn..!” Matthew gasped, the sound a mix of pleasure and disbelief, as he began to withdraw, only to plunge back in with a slow, deliberate rhythm. As your fingers dug into his shoulders, you felt the intensity of his movements quicken. With every thrust, a slick sound filled the air, echoing off the walls, igniting a fire within you that you couldn't ignore.

A shiver ran down your spine as you gasped, “Sh..shit..ah…! Holy fuck..!” You quickly covered your lips with your hands, trying to stifle the sounds of your pleasure. But before you could fully contain yourself, he seized your wrists, pinning them above your head with a firm grip. “Don’t you dare silence those sweet sounds,” he urged, his voice low and teasing. “I want to hear every bit of you.”

“Wha—?...f..fucking..!..ohh…” The words barely escaped your lips before he sank his teeth into your neck, sending a jolt of unexpected ecstasy through you. You gasped, a moan slipping out as his tongue traced the warm blood that trickled from the bite. “You belong to me, don’t you?” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. “Say it.”

The words tumbled from your lips, a breathless confession that felt both exhilarating and terrifying. “I…I belong to you…completely…” It was hard to fathom that Matthew had drawn such vulnerability from you, but in this moment, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the heat between you, the desperate need to have him fill every part of you. Your fingers clawed at his back, urging him on as he quickened his pace, lost in the rhythm of his own desire. “M-Matthew…oh, Matthew!” you cried out, the sound echoing in the charged air around you.

The air was thick with tension as he breathed heavily, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. “Y-yes! You’re mine… completely mine!” Each word dripped with possessiveness, his breath quickening against your tender neck. Your name slipped from his lips, a plea that made you lift your gaze, your eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “Kiss me,” he urged, and without hesitation, you wriggled your hand free from his grip, drawing his face closer until your lips met in a fervent collision, igniting a fire between you.

The waves of pleasure crashed over you, pulling you into a blissful tide. He was lost in the moment too, his breath hitching as he neared his peak. “Nghhnn!..c..cumingg!..~” he gasped, pressing his hips firmly against yours, surrendering himself completely. Time seemed to stretch as he released himself deep within you, a shuddering sigh escaping his lips. After a heartbeat, he pulled back, his body still trembling as he withdrew, leaving a lingering warmth in his wake.

You catch your breath, glancing down between your legs at the chaotic scene before you. “Hah…haha…look at the mess you’ve made, Matthew,” you tease, a playful smile tugging at your lips. He lets out a low, raspy chuckle, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Should I clean it up for you?”

Heat rushes to your cheeks as you place a hand gently on his chest. “N-no…not right now. I’m a bit sore, thanks to you,” you reply, your voice laced with playful sarcasm.