@Lynx

you're grinding into each other like two ravenous individuals who do not know any better, "shameless, those faces you make," he taunts, his teasing tone breaking on a moan as your body responds with a fast snap of your hips dragging his length within your pussy.

"it's your… fault," you warm breathlessly, "fuck— all y-your fault," as you squeeze your eyes together the very moment his hands bruise into your aching hips bouncing up and down his length.

his cock was captured in a delicious tangle of your walls that pulled achingly at his shaft, over and over, so close to milk him for all he's worth, until you're both coming apart at an impact of an orgasm so big, so massive, taunting the very breath of you.

Aventurine chuckles in a tone you would find endearing if you didn’t feel he laughs at you. When he first started to show you the best parts of the world he’s been living in—the casinos that always had a nice pianist playing on a grand piano, the numerous vine tastings, the breakfasts that make your mouth water, clothing that feels like silk in touch—you could hear the tone everywhere, usually just by your ear. He then told you how he loved how your eyes shone and how much more enchanting you look every day.

You wonder which night he started to plan to cut you off from both worlds, yours and his, to only have him as your everything.

“That’s news to me,” he says, theatrically raising his eyebrows. “You didn’t believe me at all? You must know, darling, that everything I told you after we got together is true. That’s a real privilege right there.”

His finger starts to trace circular patterns on your forearm’s skin. Your heart throbs painfully.

“Aventurine…” Your voice is as demanding as can be the voice of a woman squished in the arms of a man who knows how to use words and guns. “I don’t believe you really love me. That’s not how love looks like.”

The man is still in his position. He blinks, and his eyes are fully on you. You have yet to find out if that look is a warning for you or whether he is enticed by what are you saying. Or maybe he just wants to hear your voice—you know Aventurine is not a man above misleading you into believing you aren’t in a hopeless position just to hear your pleas.

“When you love someone, you want the best for them. You want— You see them as equals. You don’t strip them of what they love to do, and… and people they love. You just… join their life and slowly build a new one together…”

When you fall silent, Aventurine pulls you in and with the other hand brushes hair off your face.

He hums. “That’s an inspiring speech. Oh, and I loved how you looked when you talked about it. Such a view. You must’ve thought about it for quite a while, huh?” He pats you on the head, lingering a bit to loosely twirl your hair on his fingers. “But, dearest, everything you’ve said, well, it all checks out.”

“No.”

“I do view as equals. We have a trade: my everlasting love for a bit of your freedom. It looks like a good deal.”

“It doesn’t look like—”

Aventurine shuts you up with a kiss. You hate, hate, hate this feeling, because in these moments you wonder if you could ever truly fall in love with a man you despise that gives you the hugs you long for and kisses you think about for days.

As he pulls away, with your free hand, you wipe off the traces of the kiss on your lips. Of course, you know it’s meaningless—he kissed you many times, you would have to count in hundreds at least—he will revenge you for that later.

“Awh, don’t be like that,” He says, kissing you again and holding your wrists this time. “You know, I pride myself in being a good businessman. If you are going to put your undying love for me, I will give you the freedom back.”

“You may beg all you want, but with begging you can’t get my love.”

It’s a brave thing to say when you are at the mercy of a man who’s famished for your affection.

“Hm, is that so?” Aventurine chuckles, but for the first time in the evening, it lacks the usual flippancy. He begins to pepper your neck with kisses, and you feel his sturdy hands travel down your stomach and a tugging on your shirt. “Well, say what you want, darling. But since you’ve been by my side for such a long time, you must know I only engage in bets I know I will win.”

at some point you grew tired and stopped even though he continued to argue, not realising that you chose to stay quiet now. but you were able to put him to silence - well..kind of. in the heat of the moment you just decided to run out of the apartment. phone in your pocket and keys jingling in your hand as you exited the flat with teary eyes and a runny nose.

but third (and debatably the worst) was allowing your friends to set you up for a blind date. "it'll be fun!" they said. 

it was definitely fun. after all, seeing your former boyfriend dressed in a lavish suit, while tightly gripping onto a bouquet of carnations, that the paper that envelopes the flowers started to wrinkle, was definitely a funny sight.

to your surprise he was just as dumbfounded as you were. “what are you doing here?” the words that escape his mouth are laced with surprise but also.. relief? it's weird, you think - why does he seem so happy to see you?

you can tell that his words are full of sincerity, it’s evident by his expression - shock but also solace written all over his face. not to mention his usual poker face - a mask that never reveals his true intentions, is gone. 

the usual faux smile that covers his face always made him difficult to read - sometimes even for you. but right now, his emotions are exposed to you in their full nakedness. they’re displayed to you like a painting on a canvas, which can be admired by anyone, with nothing to conceal them. instead, you notice his mouth forming a little “o” and his brows furrowing.

"i.could.ask.you.the.same.thing" drawing out the syllables of each word. you cross your arms and legs as you give him an unimpressed stare.

“i..” he starts, but then pauses, as if the words are stuck in his throat and he’s unable to say anything - or rather he doesn't know what to say. “you..?” you didn’t want to coerce him or pressure him, because that's no good. but you couldn't help it. he didn't contact you nor did he reach out to you after you left. and that gave you every right to be mad - you demanded an explanation.

“as you can see, my colleagues set me up for a blind date. they told me that I always seemed to be elsewhere and i guess that just seemed odd.” he halts his sentence for a split second, before continuing. “and as a result, they unknowingly set me up for a blind date, to cheer me up, i suppose.” he lets out a small chuckle. “i’m not sure what i find more surprising, the fact that veritas actually knows what a blind date is or that the blind date in question is you. it must be fate.” he says slightly amused and jokingly, as if he were trying to lighten up the mood. (the only thing that's lightening up the mood here is the candles, which by the way are slowly starting to melt.)

“and would you mind telling me, what brings you here?” he asks gingerly as he carefully sets down the bouquet of flowers on the neatly ironed white table cloth, before taking his seat in front of you. “by the way, you’re gorgeous - well you’re always gorgeous” he gives you a small but tender smile.

a sweet talker as always. you’re dwelling on whether just ignoring or acknowledging that compliment, but then decide to give him a small nod, before putting your chin on the palm of your right hand. your eyes dart to the side. in the direction of the big transparent windows, that give anyone, who takes a glimpse outside, a perfect view of penaconys typical nightlife.

the streets are full of people, they’re rustling through the crowds in hurry and are laughing in delight. the bright lights adorn the street lanterns and high buildings and it just makes the planet of festivities look even more majestic than it already is.

“truly a sight to behold, don’t you agree? aventurine's voice makes you snap out of it your thoughts. you assume that he's talking about penacony, but to your surprise his gaze was fixated on you, not the planet outside. noticing the intentions behind his words, you once again turn your eyes away from his magenta ones.

he’s done it again, you think. always trying to charm and bewitch you and unfortunately  you can't deny that it works every single damn time.

“well” you clear your throat. “to answer your question from before, the same goes for me. my friends told me that i should stop rotting in bed all day and crying about my shitty ex of a boyfriend who never reached out to me. i’ve never gotten my closure from that guy.”

aventurine’s silent. It’s like he's frozen in place. not a single finger of his is moving and his expression is unreadable. but it's not because a smile is adorning his face which makes him difficult to read - no, his expression is blank. and that makes aventurine unreadable. It’s an expression you have never seen before, one where you’re unable to figure out what he's thinking. 

you never saw him like this, it makes you nervous - it worries you. “aventurine, are you alright?” you can't help but to be concerned.

“it’s just that..” he hesitates as if he were trying to find the right words. words that’ll make you understand him, forgive him, reassure him. and not cause you pain and anger again. “you know, there probably isn't a worse possible time in the world for me to bring this up, but i wanted to tell you how sorry i am for how things ended.” that was..unexpected.

you feel our stomach churning and you might think that your heart skipped a beat just now. “you’re..sorry?” a repetition of what he just said, in the form of a question, leave your mouth. it’s starting to feel humid, the air suddenly growing tight. “what exactly are you sorry for, aventurine?” you question him in disbelief.  

for the past two months you tried to tell yourself that if he were to come back now, standing in front of you while just giving you a half-assed “sorry” or “my bad” would be enough for you as an apology. it’d be enough for you to forgive him and throw your arms around his neck again - at least, that is what you believed. but the reality seems to be far off from that.

“aventurine, you’re telling me that you’re sorry for how things ended. but you never tried to reach out to me nor talk to me about it. it’s as if this was the perfect opportunity for you to break up with me!” you expressed your frustration with a sigh. 

the blond man sitting in front of you waits patiently for you to finish your speech and calm down a bit before deciding to speak up. “you’re right, i’m at fault for the conflict in the first place. i was being disrespectful and overreacted. but that only hit me when you vanished through the door.” he expresses his regret and puts his gloved hand onto the table cloth. 

“of course, i was worried but i thought that you’d come back later or tomorrow and just needed some time on your own, but i was wrong. again, the realization only hit me when it was already too late and i saw most of your stuff gone. i didn't dare to call you because i thought that you were finally aware of who i actually was and grew sick of me.” his voice sounded hoarse. 

the fingers that are safely wrapped underneath his leather glove fiddle with one another, but his unwavering gaze on you stays - he was always good at keeping eye contact, you think. “it was selfish of me that i didn't contact you. the same goes for the fight that we had in the apartment. please don't hate or be afraid of me because i screamed at you. i’m sorry that you were distressed because of me, darling” 

the nickname makes you flinch, you haven't heard it in such a long time. and oh, did you miss how the endearment just rolled off your boyfriend's tongue so easily. “i don't think i could ever hate you” you whisper quietly, a sound that easily drowns in the cheery and loud atmosphere of the restaurant and anyone would easily miss, but him. you place the palm of your hand over the back of his, insisting on intertwining the two hands. 

“i was not only super sad  but also in a horrible state in the past few weeks , i barely had the power or motivation to do anything. i tried to put the blame on you, but deep down, i knew that i was at fault too. i wanted to talk to you again as soon as possible, but i too was scared of the outcome and how you’d react to my selfishness, how i just left without any kind of explanation, not even leaving you a text message. because i was so convinced that i wasn't at fault and you can still see that when you think of the conversation before when i tried to blame you for not giving me any closure.” your eyes twinkle with hope and aventurine knows that he won’t be ever able to resist those eyes of yours.

“it was wrong of me to do so, but you know, i came to the realization that maybe the fact we have such a hard time staying away from one another says something.” a smile forms on your lips, which he returns in an instant.

you let go of his gloved hand and grab the knife and fork. “come on, let's talk about everything later and catch up, but for now let's eat, before the food gets cold!”

“yeah , let’s.”

Needy!Aventurine walks you home weather you want it or not. You should always say yes to that, it's more time for you two to spend together. Even though he knows you enjoy his company he is still insistent on you tell him you like spending time with him, he needs that vocal affirmation.

Needy!Aventurine eyes every man who talks to you and listens to the things they say that made you laugh. He remembers them so he can do better then them. The words he knows, but their faces are forgettable, the only one that matters is yours.

Needy!Aventurine moans your name so loud that his neighbors complain about the noise. Like he cares, your name sounds so nice on his lips. Just as nice as his name will sound from your lips when he finally gets to fuck you.

Needy!Aventurine pulls you into a deep kiss when he admits his love for you. There's no time to say yes or no, he assumes it will be a yes because he's seen how you look at him, he's seen you get flustered and rub your thighs together when he gets a bit too close to you and whispers flirty lines in your ear.

Needy!Aventurine doesn't wait for you to open your legs and drop your wet panties, he pulls them down for you. Telling him to wait, that you're not on birth control will only make his cock pulse more. You really shouldn't have said that, there's no way he'll be able to pull out now.

Needy!Aventurine finishes in your pussy and holds you close while you whimper and moan. As soon as you tell him you love him he'll pull out, just say it, admit it to yourself and to him. That's all he needs to hear to be happy.

your lips part instantly as he pushes his hot tip into your hole, the feeling of intrusion making you actively wrap and shape around him. his cock split you perfectly, and the raw drag was edged with an unintentional roughness that nearly broke your body in half.

you both moan into each other with a sinuous roll of your hips taking his shaft deeper— a rough, broken groan escaping the man's throat as he slides you impossibly close into him, like he's actually frightened you'd leave him.

you enthusiastically greet his movements with your own, bask yourself on his touch when he only slides in deeper and deeper, closer and like you cannot get enough of each other. it's futile.

alas, you should have known that much— because looking back at this situation right now, your boyfriend aventurine wasn't someone you'd particularity address as a poster boy for harvesting patience, or poise, for that matter. 

at least when it came to you.

and remember, he was seriously crazy, his cock remorselessly whacking your insides, rubbing without surcease over your sore walls like he knows you needed him to.

messes of spit ooze down each corner of your mouth as you're being practically thrown back and forth the bed, your jaw slacked open as you attempt to moan out something, anything would do, but the continuous blows and pressures on your pussy had suddenly taken over your bodily functions.

"you're close, i can feel it," aventurine slurs messily into your mouth before lapping through your lips with his tongue. he did it so eagerly he almost missed and hit your chin a little, the notable, coarse sounds of your pussy being filled and pleasured adding to the sensation.

"i just need you to hang on, yeah?" the wanton knots in your lower stomach untwisted a whole lot quicker than he'd originally expect them to, but undoubtedly, he doesn't mind watching the fruits of his labor glow into a flowering fancy.

who would've thought that aventurine would make you cum that fast? naturally, he did. he expected it.

that's all that can happen when you take into account just how thick his girth would push through each crevice of your walls, at once and immediate— his temperate shaft crossing your creamy walls like he was trying to corrupt you.

pop, and the knots in your stomach begin to explode, and all you can do was cry out through a strained jaw when he fucks you through it, your addicting juices gushing over his shaft and pelvis, filthily dribbling down his balls as you claim him with your arousal, the white substance clinging on his skin like the sweetest, stickiest honey.

"oh my," he sighs dreamily, "you're way too generous, dear," a satisfied grin glittering over the small dimples on his cheeks.

such excess of your fluids have certainly hugged his ego tight, aventurine will make sure to never forget savoring this moment even in his memories and dreams.

the sheer feeling of his hands meeting your body brought forth additional sparks of emotions that pressed to the surface of your skin, changing the temperature of your complete frame.

your pussy squelches and throbs around him obscenely loud, the only reason for it being just how helplessly wet he made you in this short period, granted that you knew that he'd fuck you the entire night if you so desired it.

and oh, how well he fucked you, how desperately he massages your juices over your walls like he saw it as a sick challenge to unravel you faster each time.

hot to his movements, you tiredly wrap your arms around him while laying all but spent against the bed— but aventurine doesn't stop here, while naturally, his thrusts had switched into deep grinds instead, a level slower, but still being able to feel up your staggeringly hot splotches.

for one searing, hot second, he listens to your tremulous heaves. his hand slides from your hips to your face as to drag his thumb over the tears coated cheeks, holding you delicately in clear contrast to his rough demeanor in bed.

"you're so pretty, fuck, so damn pretty," aventurine spills his deep feelings for you into this, into the jellylike utterance of his words— and do not misunderstand, because he was still crazy, touch starved of you.

but now, his touch was tender, cushiony as how you'd imagine clouds to be.

"hey, pretty girl," aventurine drawls, sidling up to you as he slides an arm around your waist. the grip he has on your hip is near-bruising, the only indication that he was currently ticked off. "you tired of this bar yet? i'd like to leave soon." his voice is a soft croon as he brings his lips to your ear, warm breath brushing the sensitive skin there. "i've got better things for us to be doin' in mind."

you gasp, playfully slapping his chest. your attention is completely off the man you were just chatting up, and aventurine shoots him a lazy grin. the man merely grumbles and leaves.

it makes him feel pure satisfaction, really.

aventurine turns you in his grip so that you're chest to chest with him—forces you to tilt your head back to look up at him. he smiles prettily down at you, as if he weren't just scheming to whisk you away from all the attention you were just receiving.

"better things, huh?" you say, glossy lips forming a matching grin to his as you look up at the blond. "like what? that man was just about to buy me a drink, you know. how're you gonna make up for that?"

he nearly lets his perfect mask slip—a twitch of his eyebrow is all you notice. but he tilts his head, looks down at you with those pretty lavender eyes of his.

"oh doll, if you wanted a drink, why didn't you just say so?"

your eyes gleam with mischief. you trail your fingers up his chest, your lips pursing in a pout.

"it's more fun charming a guy into buying it.." you sigh dramatically.

"who says you haven't charmed me?"

"no one. everyone knows i've already got you wrapped around my finger."

he can't argue with that. no, he can't argue with the irrefutable truth.

because you do. he's wrapped around your pretty little finger, and you know it. you exploit it. he doesn't mind, though.

aventurine doesn't deal with what doesn't pay off. and in the end, a pretty thing like you always does.

so he smiles again, tilting your chin up with a gloved finger. he lets a little bit of the hunger he feels shine in his eyes—he basks in the way your eyes shutter, your red-painted lips parting slightly.

“how about this, then—will you let me charm you, pretty?” he purrs, thumb coming up to gently tug at your bottom lip.

your throat bobs as you swallow. a shallow nod of your head follows—as much as he’ll allow while he grips your chin.

“good. you know how great i am at making your dreams come true, don’t you?”

there’s no room for debate there, nor does he give you any; aventurine’s smug demeanor is never undeserved, if the way he has you grasping the sheets of his bed later is concrete proof of that.

“’venturine,” you whine, back arching off the ruffled white sheets of the bed, “please, need you inside me, noooow.” the last word comes out in a long moan as his fingers stroke just the right spot inside of you. a flick of his tongue against your puffy clit draws a cry of pleasure from your lips.

he hasn’t even taken his clothes off yet, and he already has you a mewling mess for him. again, he feels that familiar sense of satisfaction flow through him.

aeons. he loved seeing you so debauched, flushed and squirming beneath him as he draws orgasm after orgasm out of you.

“c’mon angel, one more time for me—you can do it, can’t you?”

the low drawl of his voice is drowned out by the lewd squelch of his fingers inside you, constantly moving and stroking your walls in just the way you liked it. at this rate, you were going to go insane, but you feel your climax cresting, rising up and up and up, until it comes crashing down with a particular crook of his fingers inside you. he doesn’t let up, doesn’t grant you any mercy as you sob and convulse with pleasure. “’venturineee!”

finally, finally, he stops, withdrawing his fingers (his sleeve is completely soaked with your essence, he notes smugly) and rising after a swift kiss to your sweet pussy. you lay there, a puddle of nerves still buzzing with pleasure.

the clink of his belt and the rustle of fabric falling to the floor, and then you’re being maneuvered so gently, rolled onto your front with large, gentle hands. there’s a pillow being slid under your hips, another for your pretty head, and then you feel the bed dip with the weight of aventurine settling into place right behind you.

you let out a soft cry as you feel the blunt head of his cock rub against your still too sensitive cunt, his hands gripping the plush globes of your ass as he spreads you for him. he loves the little sounds you make as he teases you, dipping the tip in but never quite going any farther than that.

no, he wanted to hear you beg for it.

“what do we say when we want something, princess?” aventurine hums, drawing the tip of his cock through your slick folds, achingly slow.

“oh,” you sigh sweetly. “need you to fuck me. please, ‘ven, need it so bad.”

your plea is like sugared candy on his tongue, a torturous substance he’s addicted to as he allows himself to slowly sink inside you. he takes his time—you’re whining and squirming beneath him, and he has to hold you still with firm hands—but only goes as far as an inch, shallowly moving his hips.

“like that?” he asks coyly.

you look over your shoulder to glare at him. at the nasty look you shoot him, his eyes narrow; he lifts a hand, only to bring it down on the sensitive skin on your ass. you let out a yelp.

“now, now, only good girls get what they want. you’re a good girl, aren’t ya?”

you respond with a desperate whine. aventurine knows when you’re reaching your limit though, and like the good person he is, he’s decided he’s had enough fun torturing you. besides, he’s nearing his own limit—the walls of your cunt just feel so delicious around him—and it’s taking a willpower of steel to not pound you into oblivion right then and there.

aventurine sighs dramatically, hands drifting up your spine, ghosting along your back. he likes the way you shiver beneath him, completely helpless to his whims. he’s quiet for a moment, drinking in the way you’re breathing harshly beneath him as he lets himself dip a little further into you, and then: “alright, i’ve teased you enough. you’ve been so good for me.”

the words are like music to your ears—as well as the only warning you receive before he’s gripping your hips, lifting and adjusting you so he hits just the angle he knows you like, and he starts a brutal pace that rips a harsh moan from your lips.

he’s absolutely unforgiving in the way he fucks you, but he knows it’s just the way you like it. searing, molten heat flows through your veins with every stroke, nerves like lightning as you’re overwhelmed with the all-consuming sensation of aventurine all over you. it’s not just the way he fucks you—the way he presses his chest to your back as his hips rut into you, the way he has you completely pinned, rough hands spreading you oh-so perfectly for him, the way his lips press to the nape of your neck, his breath ghosting along your skin as he groans, right up in your ear.

“fuck—you’re so fucking tight, pretty—yeah, you like this, don’t you? can feel you clenchin’ around my cock.” he makes a point to thrust his hips especially rough at the end of each sentence, coaxing a long, desperate moan from you. you’re mindlessly babbling at this point, barely able to form a coherent sentence as he fucks all sense of sanity from your head.

and when he snakes a hand around you, brushing down your navel towards the apex of your thighs, you let out a broken sob as deft fingers find your clit. paired with each perfectly aimed thrust, you’re coming undone beneath him in a matter of seconds, walls convulsing around him.

“where do you want me, angel?” aventurine coos in your ear. his voice is raspy, lust-drunk and breathy as he struggles to hold himself together, to stave off the orgasm he knows is imminent.

“inside,” you gasp out. “wan’ it inside!” your words slur together as he fucks you through your own orgasm. you feel electric as his hips start to stutter, your only other hint that aventurine is close, so so close, and you want him falling with you. so you clench the delicate muscles in your pelvis, walls fluttering around his cock so perfectly, it feels like life and death and infinity and oblivion all at once.

he presses deep inside you, holding you so tight to him as he cums, hard, just the way you wanted him to. you clutch the pillow under your head to ground yourself, muffling the moan you let out as his hips twitch and then eventually pull away, drawing himself out of you. the sensation makes you hiss softly, displeased at the empty feeling he leaves you with.

aventurine smiles at the sight—of you, blissfully fucked out on his bed, hips still slightly raised from the pillow as his cum drips out of you. it might’ve been obscene to some, but he was so utterly fucking obsessed with you that really, it’s got him ready to go for another round.

he only gives you a moment to catch your breath.

then you’re being flipped over, aventurine slotting himself between your legs, his already hard cock pressing against your messy cunt. he smiles down at you, a purely predatory look in his eyes as his gaze meets yours.

“don’t tell me you’re tired out already, princess,” he drawls, basking in the way your sleepy eyes widen with shock. “you’ve gotta cum at least a couple more times before i’m satisfied. i’m gonna make sure my name is the only one you remember, ‘kay?”

and as he slides into you, torturously slow, you realize that you might just be in for a long night.

“A simple one. We play three games of poker.” Aventurine relishes in the hitch in your breath for the catch he knows you're expecting. “And in exchange, if I lose as I predict, I want to be able to ask a favor from you.”

You eye him warily. “And what would that be?”

“For me to kiss you.”

You almost spill champagne over the cards. They say the most unexpected words come from the most transparent people, and Aventurine certainly proves that statement right. You'd gape at him shamelessly if you hadn't a sense of propriety.

“Aventurine.” you say in warning, eyes narrowed. Said man merely raises his own drink in response. “This is far from an ordinary bet already.”

“Exactly. Doesn't that make it more exciting?”

“Does it really have to be a kiss?”

“Oh, so you're considering it?”

“I am not!” you retort, but it’s hard to save even a sliver of integrity when you feel as if the burn of the champagne has reached your face, warming you like a brazier on a cold day. “What do I get in return?”

“If you win, then you get the same treatment. A favor for a favor.” Aventurine shrugs, as if the revelation was not shocking at all. He shoots you a coy grin. “A kiss if you're so inclined. I certainly won't be opposed to the matter, that's for sure.”

“You are frivolous.” translates to ‘are you seriously hitting on me right now?’

“And yet you indulge in my so-called frivolity anyway. Besides, you get to ask me a favor. It's too good of a deal, even for you.”

‘You always let me get closer to you anyway,’ is what goes unsaid. You hate that he's right. You hate that he noticed.

(You don't hate him though. Even if it would be so easy to.)

You absentmindedly run your hands through the smooth surface of the card deck, ruminating in your decision. You were not irrational. You know what you would get yourself into. But reason stands that owing one of the IPC’s most high-end individuals a favor was far too risky. Logic would tell you to fall back and do some self-reflection over attempting to partake in this foolish bet. (Your heart, however, reasons otherwise.)

You mentally prepare yourself for the answer you give, knowing you are sure to regret it. “Fine. But make it two games instead of three.”

Aventurine beams, so sincere and so overjoyed; you almost resent the fact that your heart gave a little traitorous thump. “I'll make it worth your while.”

—

“Aventurine.”

“Hm?”

“You're losing on purpose, aren't you?” The bastard has the gall to look confused, feigned as though it may be. He gives off the image of a golden retriever tilting its head —an endearing fact if not for the context at hand— acting as though you've slighted him personally. “Me? Why, whatever gave you that impression? I wouldn't do such a thing.”

You stare at the cards on the table. You've won twice. Both games. Under normal circumstances, that would've been impossible; you weren't exactly proficient in gambling as the blond, rather average in that aspect, but still, why is he making it painfully obvious he's making you win?

Does the prospect of kissing you really entice him that much? If so, then he's an idiot.

(You don't acknowledge the way your blood rushes to your ears in anticipation.)

The playful raise of his eyebrows melts to a softer one at your furrowed brows and wary gaze. It's truly a wonder, you are. You've been accompanying him with his affairs all this time and yet have not the faintest idea just how fond he is of you. Maybe you do, and you've decided to remain gracefully ignorant. He won't fault you if so; affiliations with him are bound to be complicated.

Before, he would've simply lived from your adorable reactions, but at his core, Aventurine is rather simple. Once he's seen the joys of reward, the barest glimpse of reciprocation, of course he chases the sensation. What use is his wealth and sense for an exhilarating game if not for this? You are the reason he's placed everything he has in the game he calls love— why he dares to lose, even when he never has. Even if it is he who bares his feelings first, as they say, higher risk, higher reward. And this reward in particular, is of the highest value. Of course it was.

He's pulled out of his dreamy stupor when you click your tongue, face on fire, biting the inside of your cheek. Aventurine resists the startling urge to pinch your cheek, but he waits for your decision.

“Just so you know, this is just a bet, alright?” you cross your arms, staring up at him warily. You're looking at anywhere but him. Aventurine thinks his heart might fly out of his chest by the way you look so endearing. “You lost, as you predicted.”

“I have.” he's long forgone the subtlety of his excitement, not when the prospect of being able to kiss you hangs over him like a man thrown a handful of gold. Who could resist treasures when handed to them on a silver platter?

There's silence, and then, perhaps the most satisfying thing, the reward he has chased for so, so long— “Get it over with, then.” you look so wonderful when flustered Aventurine almost lets his own feelings bubble up to the surface. You were no good for his health. He'd continue asking for more at this rate.

Even if he's across the table, he leans, unbearably close. So close you can feel how his breath fails him for but a moment, and how his eyes seem to glaze over. Lovesick. But he can't be. He couldn't possibly be. He is.

(How long were you going to deny this?)

“If you don't want to, then stop me.” Aventurine murmurs, sincerity in his words. What drives you to not refuse him like normal fails you, not when the way he looks at you so intently, so attentively, makes you feel weak. “May I?”

You shouldn't. You nod, voice breathless. “Go ahead.”

You close your eyes when he kisses you, and the fizziness of the champagne can't compare to the beat of your heart in your ears, thumping like crazy. It feels as though fireworks have set off in your chest and Aventurine pulls away, face flushed. You’ve never seen this look on him before, and you fear that if you see it again you'd never recover.

His gaze is as warm as the sun, even if you think that the sun can't compare to him in all of his entirety. You start to pull away from him a moment later when he takes your hand against his lips and mutters something incoherent against it you have to crane your neck to listen.

“Two.”

“What?”

“You won two games. That means another kiss. Or have you forgotten?” you almost laugh at the way he seems to act quite insufferably. There's a subtle pout on his face.

You smile, not bothering to fight back the way elation surges through your chest. Whatever came after this would change whatever you two would have right now, but that could be saved another day. You close the pesky distance this time.

“Sure.” you say, eyes crinkling at the sides and Aventurine has never fallen quite so hard again. “Say, what about another game?”

He catches on quick, violet eyes encased in amusement. “Oh?”

“Let's make a bet.”

“What would that be?” he's never been so giddy about anything else before.

You smirk. “This time, if I win, I get to kiss you. How's that sound?”

Over such an enticing offer, who was he to decline? Gambling with your heart on the line— there's a first for everything, he supposes.

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"I missed you so much...so, so..,so, so..so much." he whispers as he slides his cock inside your needy cunt, leaning over to reach your upper back, leaving wet, open-mouth kisses as he mutters the words. You choke out a guttural moan, bending over the kitchen counter a bit more.

"Fuck-!, it's only been 3 days.." you let out as your tits press harder into the cold counter. Aventurine's hands fall on your hips as he sloppily thrusts in and out of you, already high on pleasure. 

"Mm, don't care." he says in a low tone as his pelvic area gently slaps your ass, pushing you deeper into the edge of the counter with each thrust of his hips. You spread your legs a bit more, making yourself more sensitive as his cock gently stimulates your sweet spots.

"It looks like you missed me as well." he notes in a soft tone between the thrusts before he slides his cock out of your cunt, keeping only the tip inside as the two of his fingertips gently slide over it and collect your precum. He brings his finger to your mouth, urging you to open.

You part your lips, letting him rub a small circle over your tongue; your own precum melting over it. He lets out a shaky whimper, his other hand falling on your ass and squeezing it tightly as his thrusts speed up just a bit. You let out a sharp moan around his fingers and he extracts them, gently sliding them over your bottom lip before he moves his hand on your upper back, pressing you deeper in the counter.

He slides his hand down your back, fingernails slightly digging into the skin as he does so, earning a few quick breaths and whimpers of yours. Your pussy clenches around him, thighs becoming a bit twitchy as he keeps up the medium pace of his hips, but angles them to reach deeper inside of you. You let out a strained moan as he thrusts fully into you, keeping his cock inside for a few moments and purposefully flexing it, pressuring your g-spot more.

"That's my pretty girl." he cooes, slowly sliding his cock out and then making a sharp thrust in, earning another loud moan of yours.

His hand squeezes your ass more, shaky breaths slipping past his lips. He slowly leans forward, towering over you as his lips brush over your ear.

"Do you know how hard I am trying not to fill you up immediately?" he whispers, sending shivers down your spine as he starts moving his hips at a medium speed, but precisely enough to stimulate your sweet spots further.

You slightly shake your head, soft moans escaping your lungs as your mind focuses only on the pleasure. He slowly leans away from you, hands sliding back on your hips as he picks up the steady, precise and yet fast pace. The tip of his cock reaches the deepest spot inside of you in quick and short intervals, each thrust making your thighs become weaker.

His fingernails dig deep into your flesh, squeezing guttural moans out of your throat alongside the relentless thrusts of his hips. Your cunt clenches around his cock, making Aventurine let out trembling whimpers as he squeezes your hips tighter.

His pelvic area keeps slapping your ass, leaving the hot semi-bruising sensation behind. You slightly lift your hips to meet his thrusts, but it becomes futile as the roughness of his thrusts pushes your body deeper into the counter.

You extend your arms behind you, fingernails slightly digging into the flesh of his hips before he thrusts them away from you. He lets out a sharp moan, cock twitching inside of you as soft snivels escape your lungs, eyes filling up with tears of pleasure as he keeps stimulating all of your sweet spots without a single break.

He swiftly wraps one of his hands around both of your wrists, pressing them on your lower back and holds them tightly in place as he begins thrusting faster, his pelvic area slapping your ass harsher than before. You press your chest into the surface as your back arch a bit, the constant pressure of his cock on your g-spot making your eyes roll back.

A small tear of pleasure rolls down your cheek as your lower tummy convulses in hot waves, more pressure building up. Aventurine leans over, licking the tear away from your cheek before placing a soft kiss on the wet area. You let out a sharp moan as he flexes his cock inside of you, speeding up the pace even more.

His balls slap your clit each time he fully thrusts inside, sending small jolts of pleasure through your body and building up heavier pressure in your lower tummy. His grip around your wrists tightens as he feels your cunt leak more around his cock, twitchy and desperate to cum.

Aventurine lets out a soft moan in your ear, making your pussy flex harshly around him as your legs become shaky. You feel a first wave of orgasm washing over you, making you lightheaded and hazy as heavy breaths occupy your throat.

"Yeah, yeah..that's a good girl. Cum all over me, just like that." 

His whispered, yet needy words come distant to you as your mind becomes preoccupied with intense pleasure, pressure in your lower tummy more intense and hot.

"Cum all over me and I will fill you up so good, pleasepleaseplease, you want it as much as I do, right?" he keeps whispering in a trembling voice as he keeps up the pace of his hips remains harsh and precise.

You nod as your body squirms from the overwhelming pleasure, a mixture of heavy breaths and moans filling up the room. Aventurine lets out a pathetic whine as his cock pulsates inside of your convulsing cunt, his body trembling with desire to fill you up. You let out a strained moan as the pressure in your tummy finally releases, making you squirt all over his cock.

He lets out a chain of prolonged shaky whimpers as your hips twitch and roll over his cock, your cum messing him up completely. Your eyes roll back as he keeps pressing your wrists and hips lower using his hand, forcing you to take the depth and roughness of his thrusts.

Your orgasm reaches its peak, making you twitch and quiver in places as his cock pulsates heavily inside of you. With a sudden, pathetic whine, Aventurine releases a thick whip of cum inside of you, prolonging and deepening the intensity of your orgasm. Your hips squirm and tremble as he keeps pounding into you without a break, his hips still going at a fast, rough pace.

You let out a trembling moan, gasping in short, quick intervals as the intense heat spreads beneath your skin. Aventurine keeps fucking his cum inside of you, cock hardening almost immediately regardless of the fact that he just came.

Your cunt becomes sensitive, soft snivels escaping your throat as your mind gets high on pleasure. You need more and thankfully for you, so does Aventurine as he chokes and moans his words out.

“You always want far too much.”

It’s no surprise that Aventurine hears those words once again, ringing in his head like a broken record, repeating itself over and over until he feels himself overwhelmed. He asks himself why he still feels hurt when he is already so used to this, like a destiny he cannot escape.

Why must all his relationships always end all the same?

He finds himself unable to breathe, “Yes, I’m sorry,” is all he manages to blurt out as if the words are stuck in his throat. He feels the shards of his heart shattering into smaller pieces, leaving him to bleed. 

With a pensive smile, Aventurine nods at his now ex-lover and turns around, muttering a farewell as he walks away. He lets out a heavy sigh; I knew it was coming, he thinks to himself. Aventurine bites his lip in an attempt to hold back the tears attempting to escape his eyes, feeling his body quiver as he does so. 

Was I truly too much? Perhaps I was too demanding. I thought I satisfied their desires, maybe it wasn’t enough then. Did I ask for too much? 

Aventurine simply wants one thing– love in its purest form; genuine and unconditional. Perhaps it is too much to ask after all; perhaps his ideal of love is far-fetched from the reality he lives in, heartless and frigid for the likes of him; perhaps he’ll only find such love in his dreams. Oh, how he wishes not to wake up from it. 

Failure after failure, he is now certain that he must be too difficult to love and it might not be meant for him regardless of how hard he tries. He thinks that it is better to keep people only at arms-length more or less, treating them merely as friends. But Aventurine’s idea of friendship is quite complicated…He believes that friends can be bought. Pay for their time and they’ll give you plenty. 

Ah, he must have made a mistake then!

If only he realized early that he could’ve bought his ex-lovers’ love as well. His identity is inseparable from his wealth anyway.

Aventurine walks around Golden Hour, that same smile of his on his face as he takes in the scenery of Penacony for who knows how many times.

“Aventurine!” he hears you call. He immediately stops and looks behind him, and seeing you running over to him makes his smile slightly more genuine.

“Why hello, [name],” he greets you as you come to a halt in front of him. You seemed out of breath, as if you had sought him out for something.

And he wonders why you, of all people in the universe, would search for him.

“I think I've got some free time, so I was wondering if you'd wanna hang out? We don't do it as much anymore,” you say after you catch your breath, though you still breathe heavily from running.

“It would seem so.. how about we go back to the good old days and gamble with each other?”

“Aventurine!” you say in a teasing, playful tone, elbowing him slightly. The blond laughs a bit.

“What? Does [name] not want to lose to me again?”

“Whatever,” you scoff playfully. “But fine, I suppose we could go do that if you want.”

You groan as you put your cards down on the table, hand in your hair. Aventurine — unsurprisingly — won again. While you guys didn't bet large amounts of money and you earned good amounts of it with your job, it still hurt to lose the money.

“Aaand I win,” he sets his cards down on the table, sitting casually in his chair as an arm is behind his head and a leg over his knee. “You’re definitely better than before though, might I say,” Aventurine adds with a cunning smile.

You look up at him as you lean back in your chair, huffing. “Really? I still lost though, of course.. don't think I'll ever win against you,” you answer, and Aventurine can't help but let a genuine smile sneak it's way onto his lips.

It has been a while of knowing each other, and while he has come to terms with liking you — liking being more like love — it was still an odd feeling for him.

Aventurine moves his hand to take a sip of his drink, as do you, and finds himself slipping up on his words — “I love you,” — is what he murmurs. He tenses and looks up to you, his pretty, mixed eyes meeting with yours as you hold your glass in your hand, lips touching the rim of the glass.

How could he have slipped up? How could he have spoiled this night with you? How could he have confessed like this in front of you, you whom he is infatuated with?

It's silent for a moment before you laugh, taking a sip of your drink. “Oh, Aventurine, you’re really saying that here?” he could tell from your eyes you didn't believe his accidental proclamation of love, maybe even despised it in the sense he's said it many other times in a not-so-serious way (that being when he still wasn't aware of his feelings for you).

Aventurine sighs, finally taking that drink he wanted and gulped the rest of it down. “Yes, you're right, how silly of me,” he plays it off, putting his glass down on the table. “Would you like to leave for tonight, mx. [name]? We could always do this another time.”

Oh how he hates knowing he had ruined the night with you by slipping up and saying somethin’ stupid.

“Yeah, I should probably get back to work anyways,” you say as you stand up, a smile creeping into your face. “But, I'll help you clean up before I go, Aven.” said man nods, his mood having turned sour because of his own words.

But oh how right those words felt to say to you, like they have to no one else before.

Aventurine looks at himself in the mirror the night after he hung out with you. His hat was discarded somewhere else and his glasses sat by the sink.

What was he doing? He was practicing words to say to you, to get his feelings across to you and to get you to know that they are, in fact, genuine words.

Aventurine thinks that he's ready to talk with you again, but decides to go off and do his own thing until you say you're ready to go out again.

He walks the streets of Golden Hour again, and he perks up at your voice. Aventurine turns around with his smile turned genuine. “[name]! If it isn't you, my dear friend,” the smell of his perfume wafts over you, though it's not too overpowering this time around.

His perfume smelt nice.. you wondered why it smelt like your favorite scent, but you let it be. “I have some free time again and was wondering if you just wanted to walk around Golden Hour? It's a nice night to do so” You ask him. Aventurine nods.

“Of course, this is your free time you're spending after all,” he answers. You smile at him and as you start walking, so you don't notice the red tint coating his cheeks, a lovestruck smile on his face.

You two walk for a while, just talking about memories or things going on in the other's life. You both were normally very busy individuals, so getting one-on-one time like this was something you both valued.

You and Aventurine, after walking for a bit, have made it to a more secluded part of Penacony, the start sky view not hindered much now with the lack of buildings around.

Aventurine looks over at you as you talk about how work was for you. He finds himself saying those words again after gaining his composure — “I love you, [name],” — and you can hear the sincerity in his voice and see it in his facial expression, it holding a fondness for you.

Aventurine believes he's said somethin’ stupid again, and he was about to switch off of the topic at your shocked face and no response until you say those words back to him.

“I love you too, Aven,” he looks back at you, his eyes widening. “I realized I might've been a bit.. rude, the last time you said you love me.”

You love him? You love him? Aventurine, who is renowned to be a cunning liar and to not be fully trusted?

Aventurines perfume comes back over your senses again and you wholeheartedly welcome it as you wait for his reply. “You.. love me?” he repeats to himself as he turns his body to you.

“Yes, Aventurine, I do love you,” you cup his cheeks in your hands and he melts at your touch.

Under the stars of the Penacony dreamscape, you two share your first kiss with one another, and when you pull away, Aventurine wraps his arm around you in a gentle, warm hug full of gratitude for giving him a chance with you.

Needy!Aventurine walks you home weather you want it or not. You should always say yes to that, it's more time for you two to spend together. Even though he knows you enjoy his company he is still insistent on you tell him you like spending time with him, he needs that vocal affirmation.

Needy!Aventurine eyes every man who talks to you and listens to the things they say that made you laugh. He remembers them so he can do better then them. The words he knows, but their faces are forgettable, the only one that matters is yours.

Needy!Aventurine moans your name so loud that his neighbors complain about the noise. Like he cares, your name sounds so nice on his lips. Just as nice as his name will sound from your lips when he finally gets to fuck you.

Needy!Aventurine pulls you into a deep kiss when he admits his love for you. There's no time to say yes or no, he assumes it will be a yes because he's seen how you look at him, he's seen you get flustered and rub your thighs together when he gets a bit too close to you and whispers flirty lines in your ear.

Needy!Aventurine doesn't wait for you to open your legs and drop your wet panties, he pulls them down for you. Telling him to wait, that you're not on birth control will only make his cock pulse more. You really shouldn't have said that, there's no way he'll be able to pull out now.

Needy!Aventurine finishes in your pussy and holds you close while you whimper and moan. As soon as you tell him you love him he'll pull out, just say it, admit it to yourself and to him. That's all he needs to hear to be happy.