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It started last week. One of your favorite coworkers was going through a bitter divorce and her estranged husband decided to confront her at the office and pulled a gun. You heard two shots ring out from your desk and feared the worst - all the active shooter situations you'd seen on TV were happening live in your life. Fortunately, as you fled for safety, Jerry from accounting was able to disarm and tackle the guy before he could hurt anyone thanks to his black belt in Jiujitsu.

Even though the incident ended okay, it had spooked you enough to get yourself some defense classes, for all those times when your vigilante boyfriend was too far uptown to protect you at a moment’s notice and Jerry wasn’t around to save the day.

Matt was always overprotective of you and you hated to think how he’d react to the incident, so you hadn’t told him. When the story hit the news, you lied (via text so he couldn’t detect it) and said it happened on a different floor and you didn’t even notice. 

You also didn’t tell him about your decision to learn self-defense. Matt was more than qualified to teach you, but for some reason, you just didn’t feel comfortable asking for his help with this. Maybe it was his propensity to throw himself into helping those he cared about, you especially, that gave you hesitation to give him another thing to prioritize over himself. Maybe it was just how good he was at fighting that made you not want to “be a beginner” in front of him (not that Matt would ever judge you about anything.)

In fairness to you, you hadn’t intended to learn it from his frenemy and former client, but you’d showed up at the boxing gym near your work and the gruff men inside intimidated you so much, you bolted out the door before signing up for a class, tears welling in your eyes when you quite literally bumped into Frank on the street.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, nodding towards the door of the boxing gym

“I thought… Look I want to learn how to fight. Or at least how to defend myself. This place is close to work but um… might not be the right fit for me.”

“Why don’t you just ask Red?”

“It’s a long story,” you replied with a sigh “but I really don’t want to ask him. Or for him to even know about it. So can you please not mention you saw me here or we had this conversation?”

“Okay, can I ask why not?”

“You can but I’m not gonna answer.” 

Frank chuckled and shook his head

“Well if you want to learn to fight, this isn’t the best place. I know Vinny the owner and he’s a shit teacher. But if you want to learn for real, I’m happy to teach you.”

“What? Wait really? Wait, Frank you know how to fight?”

“Sweetheart, I was a Marine for over 15 years, ‘course I know how to fight.”

“And you’d do that for me?”

“Course. You’re Red's girl. What times’ he leave for his little night job?”

“9:00”

“Great, meet me here at 9:30. Tonight.”

And that was how you ended up here, collapsing on the gym mat beneath you with a groan.

“Not bad for your first time. We just gotta get you in the habit of resetting your hands after every hit, and you’ll be golden” Frank praises again

“Oh yeah, I forgot, always protect the face so I don’t end up lookin like you.” you jest

“Ouch” he feigns hurt with a smirk on his face “Red teach you to swing low like that?”

“Nah Castle, that’s all me. It’s part of why he loves me. Same time tomorrow?”

“Sure. See you then.”

By the time Matt returns home, you’re showered and in bed, sore muscles pulsing every time you twist and turn in your sleep. Between the smell of sweaty clothes in the hamper and the scent of your freshly washed skin rubbing against silk sheets, plus the heat radiating off your sore muscles as he crawls into bed silently beside you, Matt figures it out pretty quickly.

‘She started going back to the gym. Hmm. Have to ask her about that in the morning.’ he thinks as he drifts off beside you.

You awake in the morning to gentle hands rubbing at your back. 

“Mmm morning Matty” you mumble, still pulling yourself out of sleep

“Morning sweetheart.”

“What are you doing?” you ask as he works a little lower down your spine

“Giving you a massage. I can tell you’re sore. When did you start going back to the gym?”

“Just yesterday. And you’re right I’m super sore. Thank you, this is a nice way to start my day.”

“Of course sweetheart. What gym did you go to? Did you have fun?” he inquires

His innocent prodding has you waking fully quickly, trying to cover your tracks without outright lying and getting caught.

“Oh this gym near work. Couple people in the office recommended it. And yeah I had fun.” 

All truths.

“That’s nice. Mmmm do you want to start the coffee or shower first?” he asks, seemingly letting the subject go

Perfect.

As you rush around to get ready for work, Matt grabs the laundry hamper from the bathroom, walking it over to the washing machine. Your dirty workout clothes from the night before sit on top, now less potent that they have completely dried. But he can’t help but feel like something smells off.

Sure it smells like you - natural scent mixed with your fading sweat, but there’s something else. Something familiar. A very subtle hint of spiciness mixed with… is that gunpowder? 

‘Weird’ Matt thinks to himself, but brushes it off a moment later, the smell not strong enough to really garner more than a passing thought.

But three times he does the laundry in a row, he smells it. It’s so subtle, he might not even give it another thought, but it’s just so damn familiar. 

It takes another week for him to ask you about it.

“Hey sweetheart, you’ve been going to the gym a lot lately,” he mentions over dinner 

“Mmmhmm. Yeah, can you feel my muscles growing? I’m feeling stronger.” you reply

“Yeah. What exactly are you doing at the gym? It’s really working.”

“Oh a little cardio, a little strength, you know…” you skirt around, being intentionally vague

“That’s good. Is it like a class or?”

“Um sort of. Just this guy at the gym, he’s been helping me. You know, walking me through the exercises.” 

Also technically the truth.

“That’s good. Well, I’m glad you found something you like.”

‘Okay, so that guy must smell like this. She’s close enough to him in a warm sweaty gym, so there’s a little bit on her clothes. Makes sense.’ Matt thinks to himself. But he still can’t shake the feeling that that smell is so familiar.

Two weeks later, Matt is out on patrol when he hears a familiar heartbeat on the fire escape a few floors down from where he’s perched.

Frank.

“You just gonna sit there all night, listinin’ Red?” Frank asks

“Very funny Frank.” Matt says, hopping down to Frank’s level

“Haven’t seen you in a while” Matt comments

“Been busy. Madani’s been usin’ me more.”

“Oh don’t tell me you’re going legit Frank.”

“Not a shot in hell, Red. But gotta pay the bills somehow.”

And then a strong breeze blows. Frank’s signature blend of sweat, aftershave, and metallic mixed with gunpowder from all the weapons he handles overwhelms Matt’s nose. Matt cocks his head in confusion. It’s so damn familiar. But of course it is, it’s Frank. How many times has Matt been on a rooftop with him like this, bs-ing the night away while monitoring the city?

After catching up for a bit, they go their separate ways, the rest of Matt’s evening turning uneventful.

He returns home to you shortly after 3 am, your soft breathing as you sleep calms him as he strips off his suit. 

You hadn’t met with Frank tonight. He said something about following a lead and you were perfectly fine with that, you needed an off day. 

Matt curls up in bed beside you, resting his head on your back and falling asleep quickly.

The next night, Frank is really putting you through your paces and you swear you’re ready to collapse when he finally calls it for the night. 

Per usual, Frank offers to walk you home when you’re done and for the first time since you started coming here, you accept the offer since you stayed a bit later than usual tonight. At least until you can make it to Hell’s Kitchen and within range of Matt. 

You and Frank make small talk as you go and eventually, the chill of the autumn air has you shivering in your still-damp-from-sweat workout clothes. 

“Here sweetheart,” Frank says with a lopsided smirk, slinging his worn jacket over your shoulders. 

“Thank you Castle. Always a gentleman.”

“Course, ‘specially for Red’s girl.”

You make it to 35th and 10th, close enough to home and hand his jacket back to him, parting ways with a nod and a polite “goodnight.”

The later hour coupled with the particularly intense session has you collapsing into bed without even removing your shoes, let alone your gym clothes.

When Matt returns a few hours later, the smell hits him like a truck. 

‘I swear to god Frank, if you’re bleeding on my couch again…’ Matt thinks to himself. 

But when he enters the apartment the only heartbeat he can hear is yours. He inches slowly toward the bedroom and rolls the door open gently. He reaches down to feel the soft lycra of your leggings on your body, careful not to stir you from your slumber. The smell of your sweat clinging to your clothes fills his senses, way more potent than normal plus that other scent you’re bringing home from the gym. Matt pauses to wonder why he thought Frank was here but then it hits him. 

Oh my god. The mystery smell from the gym you’ve been bringing home is Frank. 

But how could you smell like… 

And then the gears in his head start turning. And he feels like a goddamn idiot. 

You had been going to the gym. But not to work out. You were cheating. With Frank of all people. And you’d made the critical error of not showering when you got home. 

Matt begins to pace the apartment, rubbing at his chin as his thoughts move a million miles a minute about what to do. 

Did he confront you? Did he confront Frank?! What should he even say?

The sun rises and he’s still pacing and contemplating when his alarm rings out. He shuts it off before it can wake you too. He needs more time to think about his next move. He gets ready for work quietly and slips out the door before you awake. 

You find it odd you haven’t heard from Matt all day. When you woke up you saw his Devil suit in a heap in the living room and there was no damage to it or blood on it. So you knew he had come home and was relatively okay. But it was so odd for him to leave without a goodbye kiss or go this long in the day without so much as a text. But he had been busy with a heavy caseload lately. You finally break shortly after lunch and text him first. 

“Hey Matty. Know you’re busy but I miss you and I love you. Dinner tonight?”

“Can’t. Working late. Don’t wait up.” He responds

That was… oddly curt. But again you figure he’s stressed and busy. 

Matt on the other hand has been wracked with stress all day. It only took an hour of his constant pacing and fidgeting for Foggy to break and finally ask.

“Matt. What’s up?”

“I think… I think I’m being cheated on.” Matt confesses. He leaves the Frank part out of the equation, wanting Foggy to be as objective as possible about his response. 

“What could possibly make you think that?”

“She’s been going to the gym like every night for a month now right when I leave for patrol and she came home last night smelling like… another man. And she’s been smelling like it a little the whole month but last night it was all over her”

“So did you ask her?”

“Well no but…” 

“Matt you are literally a human lie detector and yet here you are jumping to conclusions instead of doing the rational thing and just asking her.”

And maybe Matt would have taken Foggy’s advice if he thought you were just cheating with your gym trainer. But this was Frank. And that made it all the more complicated. 

Matt decides finally what he’s going to do. He’s going to follow you tonight, catch you in the act and confront both of you together.  

Matt still hadn’t come home when you depart for your nightly workout session, but little did you know he’s there. Pacing on the roof, waiting for you to leave. As soon as he hears the lobby door shut behind you, he springs in to action, taking the stairs two at a time into the apartment and changing out of his lawyer suit and into his devil suit as quickly as possible, making sure not to lose your heartbeat now a block and a half away. He makes up for the lost distance quickly and is practically on top of you by the time you enter the gym. 

“Hey Frank” you call out as you enter

“Hey. I’ll be over in a second.” he replies from the locker rooms

Matt crouches down by the side of the building, just close enough to the windows to hear everything going on inside. 

You’re almost done wrapping your hands when Frank emerges from the locker room. 

“Alright let’s start with our usual, then you can have a go at me again.”

“I don’t know Frank. You really wore me out last night. I woke up still in my clothes and shoes.”

Matt knew it. He fucking knew it. 

“Tough shit sweetheart,” Frank responds with a chuckle. “And what did your boyfriend think about that huh? He got any idea what we’re doing here yet?”

“Honestly I don’t know. I didn’t see or hear from him at all today. Which is weird even for him. And no I don’t think he’s figured it out yet.”

“You’re gonna have to tell him eventually”

“No, I don’t”

“So what you’re just gonna keep sneakin’ around, becoming a prize fighter without him gettin’ suspicious? Shit even a regular guy would raise some alarm bells by now, but especially Red and all his … shit”

“Frank, I am not here trying to become a prize fighter. I’m just trying to get strong enough to defend myself if he’s not around to do it. That’s all”

Matt’s heart drops. 

How could he possibly think you were cheating? And with Frank of all people. He felt like an idiot. Like a total asshole. Sure you had lied, well, technically withheld the truth and he’s sure you’ll explain why. And he’s hurt if you wanted to learn to fight that you didn’t come to him.  But this was not nearly as egregious a stain on your relationship as he thought it was. 

“I don’t know. Think you should tell him. Show him your moves. Shit, you’ve gotten a couple good hits on me these last few days I’m sure you could give Red a run for his money.” 

“I am not fighting Matt, Francis.” You say with an eye roll

Matt listens for the next hour as Frank talks you through a few hitting drills, then the two of you sparring. Frank is clearly taking it easy on you, but Matt is still impressed by what he could tell of what you were doing. He absolutely would need to take you on to really gauge your skills. 

Franks's phone rings out just as you’re cooling down with some stretches. 

He answers and speaks for a few minutes. 

“Alright sorry to jet out of here but Madani has somethin urgent for me. You good to get home alright?”

“Yeah, thanks Frank. See you tomorrow.”

Frank gives you a fist bump and then disappears through the front door. Matt uses the opportunity to sneak in just before the door slams closed behind Frank. 

You’re sitting on the floor undoing your wraps as he finally speaks up. 

“If you wanted to opportunity to hit Frank, I’m sure I could have arranged it some other way”

Your spine goes icy cold at the sound of the voice behind you. 

“Matt… I” you stumble to explain. 

“It’s okay sweetheart,” Matt says, hands up in surrender before reaching up to remove his mask

“What are you doing here?” You ask, ready for him to chew you out for your little secret. 

“Alright if I’m honest, do you promise you’ll be honest?” He asks

“Yes.”

“I followed you here because I thought you were cheating. With Frank. And I know now that’s not what’s happening. And I’m sorry for not just asking you.” He confesses with a sigh

“Oh Matt. I’m so sorry that I did anything to make you think that. That’s not at all what’s happening here.”

“I know. Been listening all night so I know. But I have to know why. Why are you doing this and why didn’t you tell me? And Frank? Really?”

“It’s a long story. Can I tell you while we walk home?”

And so you do. By the time you make it home to your apartment, you’ve come clean about the incident at work and running into Frank and how he’d been coaching you the last few weeks, and why you were so hesitant to ask Matt to be the one to do it.

Matt is oddly quiet through your explanation but nods as you speak. He finally speaks up just as you’re unlocking the front door. 

“I forgive you. And I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t ask me. But now that I know, I am curious…”

“You want to see how much I’ve learned?”

He nods enthusiastically 

“Fine. I guess since now you know you can join us tomorrow. If you want.”

“Perfect, I’ll be there”

He tucks you in to bed with a gentle kiss before heading out on patrol again, no longer clouded by doubts about your relationship. 

—

When you arrive at the gym the next night, Matt is already there, looking extra adorable in his gray sweatpants and messy hair. 

It’s all so familiar to him - the buzz of the fluorescent lights, the smell of sweat and heat, the gym mat sticking beneath his bare feet with every step. Just like Fogwells when he was a kid. He feels at home here.

“Hey sweetheart” he greets you with a kiss

“Hey Matty” you can’t help but smile whenever you see him after a long day “Frank texted me, he’s running late, but um do you want to help me warm up?”

Matt’s face lights up with excitement. “Yes. Okay. What does Frank normally have you do?”

“Two rounds of jab crosses on the bag. Three minutes each.”

“Okay, have at it”

You wrap your hands and begin hitting the bag. Not even thirty seconds in, Matt speaks up.

“Woah woah woah. Frank has been letting you hit like this and not correcting your form?”

“Yes. Wait, what the hell is wrong with my form?”

“You’re too far away from the bag. I can hear your shoulder joint rubbing every time you jab, which means you’re over-extending that left arm. Makes you put way too much energy into each hit, you’re gonna wear yourself out way faster. Here. Step closer.”

Matt moves behind you to help you correct your position, then lets you take a few more punches.

“See? More power, less effort.”

“Yeah. Any other pointers?”

Matt places his hands on your shoulders and places his feet right beside yours, pressing his body tight against your back. You never thought of boxing as particularly erotic, especially not with Frank teaching you. But with Matt’s breath against your ear, you can’t help but feel a chill run down your spine straight to your core.

“Go ahead, gimme a few more, I want to feel how your body moves. See just what else Frank has been teaching you wrong.”

“Matt…” the words die on your lips. You want to speak up and defend how kind Frank has been these past few weeks to spend the time to teach you, but Matt’s sweet whisper of encouragement has you forgetting anything else but him.

“C’mon sweetheart, don’t get all shy on me. You hesitate like this for Frank?”

“N..no.” you stutter, then weakly throw out a few more punches

Matt chuckles, knowing just how much he’s winding you up with so little. 

“Put a little more power behind them. Don’t let me being here hold you back.”

You try to do as he says and throw some real hits, but Matt is still pressed right against you.

God, his body is warm usually, but being flush behind you as you move and hit, he practically feels like white-hot iron against you. Your heart is thumping out of your chest, and it’s not just from the few minutes of warming up you’ve done. You know Matt can hear it and is going to play you like a fiddle. His own wicked form of punishment for not telling him about your training.

His hands drop from your shoulders, running down your back lightly and coming to rest on your hips. He plants a soft kiss right under your ear.

“You’ve been working hard. Maybe Frank does know what he’s doing.”

He places a second kiss a little lower down your neck.

“You throw any actual punches at him yet?” he asks

“A few. Landed some of them too.”

A third, fourth, and fifth kiss down your neck, working his way toward your shoulder. His stubble is coarse against your skin, sending goosebumps across your flesh, your toes curling into the squishy mat beneath you.

“Mmm that’s my girl.” he says, as he begins sucking on your neck, his right hand snaking around to your front, tickling at the top of your leggings.

“Matty” you chastise

“What?” he feigns ignorance

“Matthew. Do not start something you can’t finish. Frank will be here any minute.”

“You said he’d be late.”

“His text said ‘a few minutes’ and that was already several minutes ago.”

“Well I can’t hear his heartbeat yet, so we’ve got at least five.”

You want to protest more, you really do, but you just can’t resist Matt. 

Laughing low, he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his steady breath against your exposed skin a stark contrast to the growing labor of your exhales. You spread your legs a little wider. He takes the invitation and reaches his hand fully into your leggings, using a finger to circle your sensitive bud.

You throw your head back onto his chest with a moan, his name falling from your lips in a breathy whisper.

He continues to suck on your neck as works at your core, finally sliding a finger inside you, then another.

You reach forward to grab the boxing bag for stability, Matt’s touch causing you to writhe enough that you’re not sure you’re able to stay standing without it. As you thrash against him, he inhales deeply, a mix of your natural scent and your arousal consuming his lungs. 

In order to get you exactly where he wants you, he keeps a quick pace, knowing he does not have a lot of time. His rhythm never falters, stroking you over and over in that perfect spongy spot inside you. It’s not long before you're coming apart with a cry of his name.

Just as your head stops spinning and you’re returning to earth, Matt is turning you around and connecting his lips with yours. So hungry to have you, he guides you back a few steps, never breaking his lips from yours, and pushes you against the wall behind you.

His kisses grow more and more desperate, sending an electric tingle down your spine, though that could also be because the wall behind you is made of mirrors and the glass is cool against the heated skin not protected by your sports bra.

As soon as you make contact with the wall, his hands are back on your hips, pushing your leggings and panties down in a heap on the sticky mat beneath you. His clothes soon follow.

You throw your leg up and around his hip, opening yourself to him. An offer he quickly accepts. A soft gasp simultaneously escapes both your lips, the relief between the two of you as he guides himself slowly into your wet and eager core until he’s fully sheathed inside you. Restless fingers reach down to wrap your other leg around him, now fully holding you in the air against the mirrored wall behind you. 

He repeats the pace of his fingers only moments ago and slams into you harshly and quickly, over and over again, desperate to feel you release around him again, knowing Frank could appear at any moment. 

God, your familiar warm heat is absolute perfection, he thinks as he continues to bury himself into you over and over again. You’re still incredibly worked up from your previous climax and it takes just a few thrusts for you to be close again. The way your body is clamping around him and tensing lets him know just how close to ecstasy you are again.

Matt leans forward and you can feel his quickening breath against your ear once more.

“Damnit sweetheart, you scared me so bad. Made me think I was sharing you with someone else.” he grunts as he continues to drive his hips against yours.

“No Matty. I’m yours. Only yours — oh God. I promise.” you whimper back, arching into him further.

“Good. But to make sure you don’t forget, I’m gonna cum inside you, right now and every single night before you leave. So I’m dripping out of you after every hit, every kick. No matter how much Frank trains you. So you remember exactly who. You. Belong to.” he growls lowly against your skin, pushing you even more firmly against the cool glass with every thrust.

“Yes. Please Matt — Fuck. I’m all yours. I promise. Please.”

He thrusts one more time before he cums with a rumble of your name, his arms tightening around you, holding you impossibly close as he releases inside you just as he promised.

As he grinds against you in just the right way to hit that perfect spot one more time, your own orgasm sweeps over you. Your nails dig into his back, holding on to him as you let go, his harsh thrusts now slowed just enough so he can keep the both of you upright.

He feels you release, causing a final low groan from him, slowing down his pace, as your molten pleasure fades away. Still consumed by him and the feel of him holding you close, you lean your head back to rest against the mirror behind you as you catch your breath. Just as you feel like fully slumping against him, he sets you down gently.

You don't even really register him pulling away from you until he speaks. 

“Might want to put your pants back on. Frank’s a block away and I don’t think you want him to know how I warmed you up before he got here.”

You open your eyes and see that Matt is already dressed, a smirk painted across his face as he listens to you scramble to put your clothes on.

Just as you’re adjusting your leggings back in to place, Frank and his large frame enter the gym.

“Hey –” he pauses at the sight of you and Matt in front of him, both sweaty and still panting a little.

“Hmmm. Guess Red knows now.” Frank grumbles

But then his eyes go wide.

“You wanna tell me what that’s about?” he asks with a point of his finger.

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you turn behind you to see what he’s asking about. The mirror is covered in smudges that look vaguely like the outline shape of your body.

“We don’t talk about what happens at fight club…” Matt jokes as you bury your face in your hands in embarrassment.

It started last week. One of your favorite coworkers was going through a bitter divorce and her estranged husband decided to confront her at the office and pulled a gun. You heard two shots ring out from your desk and feared the worst - all the active shooter situations you'd seen on TV were happening live in your life. Fortunately, as you fled for safety, Jerry from accounting was able to disarm and tackle the guy before he could hurt anyone thanks to his black belt in Jiujitsu.

Even though the incident ended okay, it had spooked you enough to get yourself some defense classes, for all those times when your vigilante boyfriend was too far uptown to protect you at a moment’s notice and Jerry wasn’t around to save the day.

Matt was always overprotective of you and you hated to think how he’d react to the incident, so you hadn’t told him. When the story hit the news, you lied (via text so he couldn’t detect it) and said it happened on a different floor and you didn’t even notice. 

You also didn’t tell him about your decision to learn self-defense. Matt was more than qualified to teach you, but for some reason, you just didn’t feel comfortable asking for his help with this. Maybe it was his propensity to throw himself into helping those he cared about, you especially, that gave you hesitation to give him another thing to prioritize over himself. Maybe it was just how good he was at fighting that made you not want to “be a beginner” in front of him (not that Matt would ever judge you about anything.)

In fairness to you, you hadn’t intended to learn it from his frenemy and former client, but you’d showed up at the boxing gym near your work and the gruff men inside intimidated you so much, you bolted out the door before signing up for a class, tears welling in your eyes when you quite literally bumped into Frank on the street.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, nodding towards the door of the boxing gym

“I thought… Look I want to learn how to fight. Or at least how to defend myself. This place is close to work but um… might not be the right fit for me.”

“Why don’t you just ask Red?”

“It’s a long story,” you replied with a sigh “but I really don’t want to ask him. Or for him to even know about it. So can you please not mention you saw me here or we had this conversation?”

“Okay, can I ask why not?”

“You can but I’m not gonna answer.” 

Frank chuckled and shook his head

“Well if you want to learn to fight, this isn’t the best place. I know Vinny the owner and he’s a shit teacher. But if you want to learn for real, I’m happy to teach you.”

“What? Wait really? Wait, Frank you know how to fight?”

“Sweetheart, I was a Marine for over 15 years, ‘course I know how to fight.”

“And you’d do that for me?”

“Course. You’re Red's girl. What times’ he leave for his little night job?”

“9:00”

“Great, meet me here at 9:30. Tonight.”

And that was how you ended up here, collapsing on the gym mat beneath you with a groan.

“Not bad for your first time. We just gotta get you in the habit of resetting your hands after every hit, and you’ll be golden” Frank praises again

“Oh yeah, I forgot, always protect the face so I don’t end up lookin like you.” you jest

“Ouch” he feigns hurt with a smirk on his face “Red teach you to swing low like that?”

“Nah Castle, that’s all me. It’s part of why he loves me. Same time tomorrow?”

“Sure. See you then.”

By the time Matt returns home, you’re showered and in bed, sore muscles pulsing every time you twist and turn in your sleep. Between the smell of sweaty clothes in the hamper and the scent of your freshly washed skin rubbing against silk sheets, plus the heat radiating off your sore muscles as he crawls into bed silently beside you, Matt figures it out pretty quickly.

‘She started going back to the gym. Hmm. Have to ask her about that in the morning.’ he thinks as he drifts off beside you.

You awake in the morning to gentle hands rubbing at your back. 

“Mmm morning Matty” you mumble, still pulling yourself out of sleep

“Morning sweetheart.”

“What are you doing?” you ask as he works a little lower down your spine

“Giving you a massage. I can tell you’re sore. When did you start going back to the gym?”

“Just yesterday. And you’re right I’m super sore. Thank you, this is a nice way to start my day.”

“Of course sweetheart. What gym did you go to? Did you have fun?” he inquires

His innocent prodding has you waking fully quickly, trying to cover your tracks without outright lying and getting caught.

“Oh this gym near work. Couple people in the office recommended it. And yeah I had fun.” 

All truths.

“That’s nice. Mmmm do you want to start the coffee or shower first?” he asks, seemingly letting the subject go

Perfect.

As you rush around to get ready for work, Matt grabs the laundry hamper from the bathroom, walking it over to the washing machine. Your dirty workout clothes from the night before sit on top, now less potent that they have completely dried. But he can’t help but feel like something smells off.

Sure it smells like you - natural scent mixed with your fading sweat, but there’s something else. Something familiar. A very subtle hint of spiciness mixed with… is that gunpowder? 

‘Weird’ Matt thinks to himself, but brushes it off a moment later, the smell not strong enough to really garner more than a passing thought.

But three times he does the laundry in a row, he smells it. It’s so subtle, he might not even give it another thought, but it’s just so damn familiar. 

It takes another week for him to ask you about it.

“Hey sweetheart, you’ve been going to the gym a lot lately,” he mentions over dinner 

“Mmmhmm. Yeah, can you feel my muscles growing? I’m feeling stronger.” you reply

“Yeah. What exactly are you doing at the gym? It’s really working.”

“Oh a little cardio, a little strength, you know…” you skirt around, being intentionally vague

“That’s good. Is it like a class or?”

“Um sort of. Just this guy at the gym, he’s been helping me. You know, walking me through the exercises.” 

Also technically the truth.

“That’s good. Well, I’m glad you found something you like.”

‘Okay, so that guy must smell like this. She’s close enough to him in a warm sweaty gym, so there’s a little bit on her clothes. Makes sense.’ Matt thinks to himself. But he still can’t shake the feeling that that smell is so familiar.

Two weeks later, Matt is out on patrol when he hears a familiar heartbeat on the fire escape a few floors down from where he’s perched.

Frank.

“You just gonna sit there all night, listinin’ Red?” Frank asks

“Very funny Frank.” Matt says, hopping down to Frank’s level

“Haven’t seen you in a while” Matt comments

“Been busy. Madani’s been usin’ me more.”

“Oh don’t tell me you’re going legit Frank.”

“Not a shot in hell, Red. But gotta pay the bills somehow.”

And then a strong breeze blows. Frank’s signature blend of sweat, aftershave, and metallic mixed with gunpowder from all the weapons he handles overwhelms Matt’s nose. Matt cocks his head in confusion. It’s so damn familiar. But of course it is, it’s Frank. How many times has Matt been on a rooftop with him like this, bs-ing the night away while monitoring the city?

After catching up for a bit, they go their separate ways, the rest of Matt’s evening turning uneventful.

He returns home to you shortly after 3 am, your soft breathing as you sleep calms him as he strips off his suit. 

You hadn’t met with Frank tonight. He said something about following a lead and you were perfectly fine with that, you needed an off day. 

Matt curls up in bed beside you, resting his head on your back and falling asleep quickly.

The next night, Frank is really putting you through your paces and you swear you’re ready to collapse when he finally calls it for the night. 

Per usual, Frank offers to walk you home when you’re done and for the first time since you started coming here, you accept the offer since you stayed a bit later than usual tonight. At least until you can make it to Hell’s Kitchen and within range of Matt. 

You and Frank make small talk as you go and eventually, the chill of the autumn air has you shivering in your still-damp-from-sweat workout clothes. 

“Here sweetheart,” Frank says with a lopsided smirk, slinging his worn jacket over your shoulders. 

“Thank you Castle. Always a gentleman.”

“Course, ‘specially for Red’s girl.”

You make it to 35th and 10th, close enough to home and hand his jacket back to him, parting ways with a nod and a polite “goodnight.”

The later hour coupled with the particularly intense session has you collapsing into bed without even removing your shoes, let alone your gym clothes.

When Matt returns a few hours later, the smell hits him like a truck. 

‘I swear to god Frank, if you’re bleeding on my couch again…’ Matt thinks to himself. 

But when he enters the apartment the only heartbeat he can hear is yours. He inches slowly toward the bedroom and rolls the door open gently. He reaches down to feel the soft lycra of your leggings on your body, careful not to stir you from your slumber. The smell of your sweat clinging to your clothes fills his senses, way more potent than normal plus that other scent you’re bringing home from the gym. Matt pauses to wonder why he thought Frank was here but then it hits him. 

Oh my god. The mystery smell from the gym you’ve been bringing home is Frank. 

But how could you smell like… 

And then the gears in his head start turning. And he feels like a goddamn idiot. 

You had been going to the gym. But not to work out. You were cheating. With Frank of all people. And you’d made the critical error of not showering when you got home. 

Matt begins to pace the apartment, rubbing at his chin as his thoughts move a million miles a minute about what to do. 

Did he confront you? Did he confront Frank?! What should he even say?

The sun rises and he’s still pacing and contemplating when his alarm rings out. He shuts it off before it can wake you too. He needs more time to think about his next move. He gets ready for work quietly and slips out the door before you awake. 

You find it odd you haven’t heard from Matt all day. When you woke up you saw his Devil suit in a heap in the living room and there was no damage to it or blood on it. So you knew he had come home and was relatively okay. But it was so odd for him to leave without a goodbye kiss or go this long in the day without so much as a text. But he had been busy with a heavy caseload lately. You finally break shortly after lunch and text him first. 

“Hey Matty. Know you’re busy but I miss you and I love you. Dinner tonight?”

“Can’t. Working late. Don’t wait up.” He responds

That was… oddly curt. But again you figure he’s stressed and busy. 

Matt on the other hand has been wracked with stress all day. It only took an hour of his constant pacing and fidgeting for Foggy to break and finally ask.

“Matt. What’s up?”

“I think… I think I’m being cheated on.” Matt confesses. He leaves the Frank part out of the equation, wanting Foggy to be as objective as possible about his response. 

“What could possibly make you think that?”

“She’s been going to the gym like every night for a month now right when I leave for patrol and she came home last night smelling like… another man. And she’s been smelling like it a little the whole month but last night it was all over her”

“So did you ask her?”

“Well no but…” 

“Matt you are literally a human lie detector and yet here you are jumping to conclusions instead of doing the rational thing and just asking her.”

And maybe Matt would have taken Foggy’s advice if he thought you were just cheating with your gym trainer. But this was Frank. And that made it all the more complicated. 

Matt decides finally what he’s going to do. He’s going to follow you tonight, catch you in the act and confront both of you together.  

Matt still hasn’t come home when you depart for your nightly workout session, but little do you know he’s there. Pacing on the roof, waiting for you to leave. As soon as he hears the lobby door shut behind you, he springs in to action, taking the stairs two at a time into the apartment and changing out of his lawyer suit and into his devil suit as quickly as possible, making sure not to lose your heartbeat now a block and a half away. He makes up for the lost distance quickly and is practically on top of you by the time you enter the gym. 

“Hey Frank!” you call out as you enter

“Hey. I’ll be over in a second.” he replies from the locker rooms

Matt crouches down by the side of the building, just close enough to the windows to hear everything going on inside. 

You’re almost done wrapping your hands when Frank emerges from the locker room. 

“Alright let’s start with our usual, then you can have a go at me again.”

“I don’t know Frank. You really wore me out last night. I woke up still in my clothes and shoes.”

Matt knew it. He fucking knew it. 

“Tough shit sweetheart,” Frank responds with a chuckle. “And what did your boyfriend think about that huh? He got any idea what we’re doing here yet?”

“Honestly I don’t know. I didn’t see or hear from him at all today. Which is weird even for him. And no I don’t think he’s figured it out yet.”

“You’re gonna have to tell him eventually”

“No, I don’t”

“So what you’re just gonna keep sneakin’ around, becoming a prize fighter without him gettin’ suspicious? Shit even a regular guy would raise some alarm bells by now, but especially Red and all his … shit”

“Frank, I am not here trying to become a prize fighter. I’m just trying to get strong enough to defend myself if he’s not around to do it. That’s all”

Matt’s heart drops. 

How could he possibly think you were cheating? And with Frank of all people. He felt like an idiot. Like a total asshole. Sure you had lied, well, technically withheld the truth and he’s sure you’ll explain why. And he’s hurt if you wanted to learn to fight that you didn’t come to him.  But this was not nearly as egregious a stain on your relationship as he thought it was. 

“I don’t know. Think you should tell him. Show him your moves. Shit, you’ve gotten a couple good hits on me these last few days. I'm sure you could give Red a run for his money.” 

“I am not fighting Matt, Francis.” You say with an eye roll

In that moment, Matt decided this had gone far enough. He needed to come clean. He slipped quietly through the door into the studio. 

“Oh I think she absolutely could, Frank. Especially if you’ve been teaching her”

Your spine goes icy cold at the sound of the voice behind you. Both you and Frank jump with a gasp and whip your heads to look at the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, standing in front of you. 

“Matt… I” 

“It’s okay sweetheart,” Matt says, hands up in surrender before reaching up to remove his mask

“Shit Red, you been here this whole time?” Frank asks nonchalantly 

Matt nods, shame painted on his face.

“Matt, I can explain…”

“No. I need to explain.” Matt holds a hand up, interrupting your thought  “I followed you here because I thought you were cheating. With Frank. And I know now that’s not what’s happening. And I’m sorry for not just asking you.” 

Frank scoffs and holds back a low chuckle while your face softens in empathy.

“Oh Matt. I’m so sorry that I did anything to make you think that. That’s not at all what’s happening here.”

“Really Red, you think I’m that kind of guy?”

“No... I don’t know.”

“Nah, wouldn’t lay a finger on your girl. Unless it was okay with you.”

Matt shakes his head.

“Now that I’m here though, I wouldn’t say no to a little demonstration of what you’ve been teaching her.”

Frank immediately looks to you, reading the signs on your face to make sure it’s okay. You nod. Now that Matt knows, its time to show him.

“Kay sweetheart, just a few rounds on the bag. Like we been practicing.” Frank reassures

You step up to the bag and look to Frank once more. A soft smile spreads across his face and he nods in encouragement. 

You take a few swings. Jab, Cross, Left hook. Like Frank normally has you do. Not even thirty seconds in, Matt speaks up.

“Woah woah woah. Frank, you’ve been letting her hit like this and not correcting her form?”

“Yes. Wait, what the hell is wrong with her form?”

“She’s too far away from the bag.” Matt places his hands on your shoulders, maneuvering you with slight adjustments and positions his feet right beside yours, pressing his body tight against your back. “I can hear your shoulder joint rubbing every time you jab, which means you’re over-extending that left arm. Makes you put way too much energy into each hit, you’re gonna wear yourself out way faster. Here. Step closer.”

You take a few more swings. Matt’s breath is against your ear and you can’t help but feel a chill run down your spine straight to your core. God, his body is warm usually, but being flush behind you as you move and hit, he practically feels like white-hot iron against you. Your heart is thumping out of your chest, and it’s not just from the few swings you’ve taken. You know Matt can hear it and is going to play you like a fiddle. His own wicked form of punishment for not telling him about your training.

“Go ahead, gimme a few more, I want to feel how your body moves. See just what else Frank has been teaching you wrong.”

Frank throws his arms up in offense as you try a few more punches.

“See? More power, less effort.”

You grin, happy to finally be sharing something Matt is clearly so knowledgeable and passionate about with him. Craning your neck, you mesh your lips with his in excitement and only pull away when Frank loudly clears his throat and you remember that he is still there watching the two of you.

“Eh, so you gave her a minor tweak. Still say how I had her doing it was perfectly fine.”

Matt finally steps away from you, turning to face Frank.

“Sure Castle, but I think the real testament to your teaching skills is how she does with an actual partner.”

Matt turns his attention back to you. His hands drop from your shoulders, running down your back lightly and coming to rest on your hips. He plants a soft kiss right under your ear. His stubble is coarse against your skin, sending goosebumps across your flesh, your toes curling into the squishy mat beneath you.

“You throw any actual punches at him yet?” he asks

“A few. Landed some of them too.”

“Let her show you Murdock, maybe she can knock that cocky attitude out of you like I never could.”

Matt chuckles and shakes his head. He steps away from you, holding out a hand and leading you to the center of the room, the area in the gym dedicated to partner sparring.

You stand a few feet apart from your boyfriend, nervous to demonstrate on him. You’re not arrogant enough to think just a few weeks of training with Frank puts you anywhere near Matt’s skill level. But you also know that Matt loves you and will probably take it easy on you just to be supportive and also not hurt you, so you may just be able to get a few swings in. You don’t need the guilt of piling onto his already long list of previous injuries and scars.

Frank approaches behind you, placing a hand on your arm in reassurance as he leans close to your ear.

“Remember that knee to crotch move I showed you last week? The one I said to only use if some creep comes at you head on and you need to take him out quick?” 

You nod, already shifting your feet towards the set up position for that move, trying to activate the muscle memory to bring it back into your brain.

“Well” Frank continued, “might not be a bad time to try it.”

You chuckle at his suggestion.

“Frank, you know Matt can hear all of this right?” 

You glance over at your boyfriend, amused smirk painted across his lips as he stretches his perfectly toned bicep across his chest, warming up for your little face off. He’s discarded his tight black shirt in a pile beside him. A cheap bid to distract you from the task at hand with his incredible body that he knows you can’t resist.

“Yeah, just figure if he wants to be a jealous fucker why not rile him up some more? Plus it’s the least he deserves for thinking the worst from you and I, of all people.”

You try not to laugh at the statement. Frank’s askew moral compass being perfectly fine with the regular amount of murder he commits, but thinking being a taken woman’s side piece crosses a line.

He squeezes the hand still resting on your bicep in reassurance before stepping away with a wink, sending a wave of goosebumps across your skin, radiating from the point where the warmth of his touch still lingers. Frank always keeps it incredibly professional around you and you know he is pushing against the line of flirting just to get into Matt’s head.

“Ready sweetheart?” Matt asks as you step towards him, gloved fists by your face prepared to fight

“Yeah” you reply and Matt also assumes his stance, nodding in your direction as a go ahead

“Ding ding, round one!” Frank remarks

You go for the right hook first, but Matt easily blocks the hit. You throw a few more punches, all of which Matt dodges and blocks without looking like he’s putting any effort into it. He’s cocky and sly in the way that he moves, refusing to even take one swing at you but making you work stupidly hard just to get nowhere.

Fine. New strategy, you decide.

Swinging a roundhouse knee in the air, you connect directly with his ribs. The oof sounds he lets out gives you a rush of adrenaline knowing you legitimately got a hit on him. It’s incredibly short lived as he’s quick to recover. Rushing towards you, he tackles you to the mat, knocking the wind out of your lungs as your ribs connect with the floor. He’s pinned you to the point where you can barely squirm, knee pressed firmly between your legs while his arms cage you in place.

“Nice try baby, but not good enough.” he whispers in your ear, shifting his leg to provide just a little friction against your core

“Woah, take it easy on her. She’s still a beginner. She’s here to learn, not have you be an asshole to her about something you thought she did.” Frank interjects, pulling Matt off of you

“Just cause you take it easy on her Frank, doesn’t mean I have to. She wants to learn, then let her learn with a real opponent, not just you going easy on her cause she makes your dick too hard to think straight.”

“Woah!” you interject, ripping the boxing gloves off your hands while still flat on your back

“Jesus, Red” Frank exclaims as he offers out a hand to get you back on your feet

“Oh come on Frank, you’ve been hard since she walked in here. Just because you’re not banging my girlfriend doesn’t mean you haven’t thought about it. I can hear it rub against your pants every time you move. You’re a weirdo, but not nearly weird enough to show up to a gym in jeans unless you had a reason.”

“Look, I’d never…” Frank stumbles over his words, redness creeping up his neck as it tenses with every clench of his jaw

Your pulse is thumping loudly in your ears at Matt’s observation, skin flushed with heat in both embarrassment for Frank who is still stammering beside you and also a little flattered that you so effortlessly turn him on so much.

“Never? Even with my permission?” Matt inquires

Frank’s pupils grow wide at Matt’s suggestion

“Woah, hold up Matt. Permission?” you loudly exclaim, offended at Matt’s implication “Like you own me?! I’m my own person, what about my damn permission?!”

Matt scoffs at your statement and steps toward you, spinning you around so your back is once more pressed against him and you are now facing Frank, who is hesitant to look up. His gaze transfixed on the floor as he tries to find the words to refute Matt’s claims. You didn’t think sheepish was a word one could ever use to describe Frank Castle, nor did you think he’d ever back down from a fight with Matt, even a verbal one.

“Okay sweetheart, let’s talk about you then.” Matt speaks lowly, damp bare skin of his rising and falling chest pressing into your back as he speaks, his own hardness obvious as he pulls your body flush against his

“While I appreciate that you haven’t crossed any lines since you started training, that doesn't mean you’re not enjoying these nightly sessions with Frank. Your heartbeat has risen every time he's been within a foot of you or complimented your progress tonight.” 

His voice rumbles against the skin of your neck, right hand snaking around to your front, tickling at the top of your leggings. For some reason, you don’t stop him, feeling a little shy but letting him tease you in front of Frank.

“And you want to talk about how wet you were when I first got here?” he continues “I could practically smell you from blocks away. Frank get you that excited, hmm?”  

Frank's head snaps up at the statement and he locks eyes with you just as Matt pushes his hand all the way down, collecting the slick he was just describing on his fingers.

“Matt, I…” you attempted to protest, still watching as the lust grows in Frank’s stare while Matt runs his fingers through your folds.

There was no hiding how your body reacted to both men. The evidence drips onto Matt’s fingers as he toys with you.

“No, it’s okay sweetheart.” he reassures, placing a few kisses on your neck “I get it. Frank and I have always said we're two sides to the same coin. It makes sense we’d both find the same woman attractive. And that she’d want us both.”

Matt once again turns his attention to Frank, not relenting in his teasing of you as he slips a finger into your opening, causing a moan to escape from your lips.

“Go ahead, Frank” Matt says with a nod against your shoulder, “if it's okay with her, it's okay with me.”

Frank finally wills himself to step forward. Never wavering in how deeply his gaze is locked on you, he hovers his hands over your waist while Matt continues to lazily pump his fingers in and out of you, waiting for your go ahead. You nod, granting him the permission to finally act on the feelings you’ve both been resisting. 

Frank’s trembling hand finally cradles your jaw as he leans into you and softly connects his lips with yours, taking the pace slowly to give you both the space to gauge how you’re feeling.

Matt, on the other hand, is happy to move things along as he pushes another finger inside you. Immediately working his calloused digits against that spongy spot inside you that drives you wild every time. You're not sure what causes you to groan into Frank's mouth, the way Matt touches you so expertly or the tingly sensation spreading through your body as Frank’s tongue and hands begin to explore.

Matt only removes his fingers from your core momentarily to aid Frank in ridding you of your clothes, eager to assist as it now gives him so much more easy access to your sopping cunt.

Warm, wet kisses are placed all over your heated flesh from both men as Frank’s calloused fingers dance all over you, eventually resting just above Matt’s hand to work your clit while Matt picks up his pace.

Your orgasm crashes into you like a strong current against a rocky shore, hands gripping onto Frank’s forearms to hold your self steady as you ride the waves of pleasure to the end. He watches with an almost sort of reverence as you come down, indulging in every beautiful hint of pleasure painted across your face and body.

Your cunt squeezes Matt’s fingers one last time before he removes them, allowing you to fully fall into Frank’s strong form while Matt tastes the nectar of his labor. The groan that escapes his lips is sinful as he indulges in the familiar taste of you. Meanwhile Frank is stepping away from you, shirt joining Matt’s across the gym and jeans following not long after.

You were used to staring at Matt’s scarred and muscular form, but Frank’s sculpted, but slightly beefier body is also decorated with the ghosts of his past. You can’t help but salivate at how well his toned muscles look as he frees his cock and removes the last of his clothing.

He pumps himself a few times while Matt kisses you deeply, guiding you downward.

The squishy gym floor beneath you cushions your knees as you crawl on all fours towards Matt, who is shimmying out of his cargo pants and laying down before you. 

Frank follows closely as you makeout with Matt, continuing to touch himself at the sight of your bare body splayed out on the mat. He lunges forward to place a few kisses down your spine as you’re bending forward, ass in the air and inches away from taking Matt into your mouth.

As you begin to suck Matt’s length, his low moans echo out through the musty gym, lips parted in pleasure.

Once Frank is satisfied with how much you’ve got Matt worked up, he slides back up behind you, lining himself up with your entrance. You moan into Matt’s cock as Frank pushes into you.

Alternating between your mouth and your hand, you work Matt up until his eyes are pressed shut, overwhelmed by all the sensory input of Frank fucking you. Matt seizes the opportunity to sit up a little and kiss you deeply, just as Frank begins to increase the harshness of his thrusts. You can’t help but cry out in little mewls and whimpers, as Matt moves kisses down your neck and jaw and guides your lips over his cock once more. 

Your legs feel as though they may give out from under you at any moment based on how violently they’re trembling.  With Frank only increasing his rhythm and Matt now thrusting up to meet your face and running his nails along your back has you careening closer and closer to your edge once more.

Unable to hold back, you cum with a cry, Matt and Frank both lunging to put their lips all over your skin as you do, sandwiching you in a throng of sweaty flesh and ecstasy. 

Pulled fully on your knees now, Matt reaches down to where Frank was just fucking you, running his fingers through your folds again and sending your already overstimulated nerves into over drive.

The room around you now feels stifling, the heat of three bodies in such a state of activity not able to compete with the squeaky and outdated hvac system buzzing above you head. Frank and Matt are both damp, hair sticking to their flushed foreheads as their mouths hang agape in an attempt to slow their panting. Matt’s hazel eyes dart back and forth, reading the signs that both you and Frank are ready for more; the steadying of your heartbeats, the evening of your breaths, and the minuscule sounds of both your muscles relaxing as the seconds tick on. Even though you’ve leveled out a little bit, you’re still dizzy with pleasure and your heart rate surges right back up as Matt moves to position you on your back.

“Atta girl.” Frank encourages as the sticky flesh of your back meets the soft, rubbery floor. He’s laying down beside you, hands roaming over your breasts and taking a nipple into his mouth just as Matt pushes himself forward, beginning to work his tongue all over your pussy. 

The crescendo of pleasure begins to grow deep within you again, Matt knowing just how to expertly play you like a conductor leading a symphony as he kisses and sucks on your clit. He inserts a finger just as Frank grabs your jaw, shoving his tongue into your mouth. 

Frank’s kisses move down your jaw and towards your ear, whispering sweet praises while Matt continues to eat you.

“Shit sweetheart, look so pretty when you cum. Knew you would. Let me see it again, come on, all over Red’s face. Atta girl.”

While Matt is always phenomenal in bed, never have you heard him talk as filthy as Frank. Usually his moans and grunts turned you on plenty, but Frank’s words are a welcome, new sensation that has another orgasm crashing through you before you even realize its happening.

You practically shove Matt off you as you know he’d be content to just keep going until you were over stimulated to the point of tears. He chuckles and wipes away the slick you left on his mouth and chin.

“Sweetie, you want to help Frank finish while I remind you who you belong to? Hm?” Matt asks as he crawls to hover over you, lining up just the tip of his cock with your slit and causing your cunt to clench around nothing

“Yes, Matt.” you respond, propping yourself up on your elbows so Frank can have his turn fucking your mouth

Frank’s scoff is cut off with a groan of pleasure as you wrap your mouth around him and suck his length towards the back of your throat.

“What Castle?” Matt asks, still teasing your hole while he listens to you blow Frank “You think just because I’m sharing doesn’t mean she’s only mine?”

“Ah shit– I know Red. I know.” Frank replies, chin tilted down to watch the way you look up at him as you swallow him down

“Good.” Matt responds, before harshly thrusting all the way into you. 

The vibrations of your moans from how intensely you’re getting fucked, plus the sight of you taking Matt’s dick while sucking him off causes a build up in Frank much quicker than he’d like. Part of his ego doesn’t want to finish before Matt, so he guides you by the jaw off of him and resumes laying on the floor, supporting your head with his chest and guiding your hand to his hardness so he can watch the show and also help you cum a final time while staving off his own orgasm a little while longer.

“That’s it sweetheart” he coos in your ear, hand steady around your throat while you stare up into his eyes and work him over with your hand. Your skin feels on fire as they toy with you, every brush of them against you like electricity firing through your nerves.

You can tell Matt is close by the way his face is scrunched up, focusing on only the feeling of your body beneath his and trying to tune out the rest of the world around. You can only assume Frank is as well, based on how much tighter his grip has gotten around your neck as you continue to jack him off and by how his sweet praises are now replaced with grunts occasionally punctuated by a singular swear word.

Frank reaches his calloused fingers down to goad you along, rubbing your clit in smooth circles, a stark contrast to the harshness of Matt’s now faltering pace. 

The slapping of skin over and over combined with the lust-filled groans and moans all of you are making has your head spinning and your final orgasm blooms like a rose in late July, soft and warm and delicate in a way that only these two working in tandem can give you.

Frank watches as you fall apart a final time, not stopping his assault on your sensitive bud until he’s satisfied with how hard you've orgasmed.

You’re totally spent and laying back against Frank. Too distracted by how delicious every drag of Matt’s cock feels against your satisfied walls, you let him use you while you revel in the dissipating fizz of your body being so thoroughly fulfilled. Barely able to even reach up and stroke the taught muscle of Matt’s chest, you do though as a small act of gratitude for sharing you tonight and allowing you to experience such pleasure. Frank takes over for your weak and trembling hands, touching himself while kissing whatever area of your skin he can reach to bring you back down. 

Matt’s senses are overwhelmed. The smell of pure sex invades his nostrils and he can still feel the aftershocks of your orgasm in the light pulses of your velvety walls every time he drives into you. Frank’s musky scent blends so beautifully with your natural, floral smell and hearing your satisfied sighs being breathed into Frank's soft kisses is the most beautiful music he’s ever heard. Your hands trace down from his chest and rest on the back of his thighs, encouraging him to find his nirvana as his thrusts become erratic.

“Matty.” you let out in a breathy lament and it finally tips him off the cliff, spilling inside you with a low moan that will echo in your ears for days to come.

Frank, unable to hold himself back any longer and cheekily pleased that he held off longer than Matt, even if it was only for a moment, spills across his stomach and chest as you kiss him through his orgasm while still stroking Matt’s skin to bring him down.

The three of you collapse side by side under the humming fluorescent lights of the gym, labored breathing finally slowing as you all come back to reality.

“Tell you what Red, that was a hell of a warm up for your girl. Ain’t that right sweetheart?” Frank finally speaks up, gravely voice cutting through the silence.

“You’ve got to be kidding Frank, I am not training tonight after all that!” you argue back

Frank turns towards you and presses a kiss to your temple before standing up and finding his clothes. 

“Matt, c’mon back me up here.” you turn to your boyfriend and watch as his signature cheeky grin spreads wide across his face.

“You know my dad and I had this mantra, this thing we’d say before every fight he had ‘It ain't how you hit the mat. It's how you get up.’ 

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

You have always been intrigued by the group of rugged looking men who walk into the club, especially the ones who speak in a language you don't understand. You've grown accustomed to their orders and you know that the one with the scar on his upper lip reaches for your ass whenever he can, so you've learned to avoid serving near him, and you know one of the younger ones—the one with the ocean blue eyes and dark chestnut curls, always tips you the best. 

And yet, he's never spoken a word to you outside of a grunt of acknowledgment. 

He just stares from afar, as if calculating your moves, like he's a predator ready to pounce on his prey. It's intimidating. 

The first time he'd come around alone, you nearly asked your friend to cover his table, but curiosity had won you over and you'd learned his name. You also learned that his voice is gruff and that he holds incredibly good eye contact when he speaks. He'd tipped you more than necessary that night, sending you a little smile as he left, the innocent flirting you had both been guilty of lingering in the air. 

By the sixth time he comes in, you're more comfortable around him. Even when you see he's with the other men, you can't help the smile that illuminates your features as he walks in. You almost bounce over, composing your excitement as you stand beside him. "Hi, Sergei," you say, fumbling for your little notepad (not that you need it anymore, you're just nervous).

The men snicker, mumbling something in what you learned to recognize is Russian. They nudge Sergei's arm, leering at you. Your expression falls a little, holding your breath as you keep your eyes on him. 

"Hi, зайка (bunny)," Sergei grumbles, ignoring the laughing. "Our usual—please."

You nod, walking to punch in their orders. Sergei's jaw tightens as the men around him start making unnecessary comments on your behalf, and he's happy you're too far away to hear them.

He's never wanted to hurt anyone as bad as he does these men right now. The way they speak about you makes his stomach churn, which says everything considering he's used to this behavior from the men his father associates with. God, he's really regretting coming to the city even more than he already was.

He watches, making sure you're still preoccupied, before he leaves for the bathroom. He's only supposed to be gone for a few minutes so he's back when you return but, unbeknownst to him, you return earlier.

You walk over, carrying the tray of drinks in one hand. You hesitate when you see that Sergei isn't sitting there anymore and the men seemed to have suspiciously quieted down upon your appearance. 

You shake away the nerves and plaster on your best fake smile and avoid the man with the scar on his lip as you bend over to place the drinks down. You can hear them chuckle, talking in Russian, and suddenly you feel someone else's hand on your ass, grabbing at you. 

You're used to the groping around here. Rich, powerful men think they can have whatever they want and you're taught to just turn away and ignore them. Keep your head down, as your boss says, so you angle yourself differently, reaching over to put Sergei's drink in front of his seat. 

When you do, you feel an arm purposefully skim your shirt over where your nipples are under your bra and you jolt up in surprise. After another short round of laughter, a hand on your arm to prevent you from turning away, and then a harsh slap to your ass, all the remaining drinks fall from the tray and spill all over them and your uniform. 

You hold your breath, immediately crouching down to gather the broken glass, but as soon the shards puncture your skin and the men begin to shout in anger, insulting you, you feel threatened.

You stand, yanking your arm away from one of the men's grip before he can grab you and force you closer to him. You run into the girls bathroom, slamming the door behind you and fumbling with the lock, your vision blurry from your tears. 

When Sergei comes back, he narrows his eyes as he sees the broken glass on the table and on the ground. His eyes narrow on the blood from where you'd hurt yourself, smelling it instantly. "What happened?" he asks, standing in front of the table.

He can't help but look around, looking for you. 

"Your woman is difficult, boy, you should consider whipping her into shape," one of the men chuckles, sniffling. He's half joking, teasing Sergei over his obvious affections for you, but Sergei's eyebrows scrunch in disapproval. 

"What did you do to her?" he growls, grabbing the man by his collar and lifting him so he's standing. His gaze is murderous. The older man barks out a laugh. 

"What did I do? You mean what did we do?" He smirks, clearly taunting, "We all wanted a feel—" The man doesn't finish his sentence because Sergei punches him, blood splattering across another man's cheeks, as the man he punches stumbles back into the bench. 

"какого хрена (What the fuck)?!" The man groans, blood falling from his nose. 

Sergei's jaw tightens and he leans forward, grabbing one of the forks, and stabs it into the man's hand before he can lift himself up. The man scream of pain, eyes clamped shut. The other men pause. They remain sitting because of the anger in his eyes as he twists the fork. He doesn't speak, which is possibly more intimidating than if he was to say anything. 

He pulls the fork out, letting the man's hand bleed freely, and he doesn't stick around to hear the whining as he turns to find you. He can smell you, your faint perfume, the smell of your blood from a wound, and worst of all he can almost sense your fear. Without hesitation, he's forcing the one-room bathroom door open. 

You gasp and stand straighter, instinctively throwing a roll of toilet paper at the intruder.

Sergei dodges the hit easily and stares at you in shock. "Did you just throw toilet paper at me?" He asks, bewildered. You're standing by the tiny sink now, hands gripping the ends as blood pours from your fingers and tears well in your eyes as you look at him. 

He can hear your rapid heartbeat.

"You broke in!" You whimper, the tears overwhelming you as they fall. You break and Sergei's gaze softens.

He walks over, taking your hand gently, pulling you into his chest as he leans against the fancy bathroom's wall. His hands find your hair and he holds you close. You sob into him and you whine your words: "I'm sorry I dropped all the drinks!"

Sergei couldn't care less about the drinks and pulls away, his large hand cupping your damp cheek as he takes your hand in his other one and examines the cuts. He runs your hand under water, testing the depth of your injury. They aren't very deep.

  "Did they touch you?" Is all he asks, his gaze hard. 

You hesitate and he moves his other hand so he's gripping your chin now. "зайка (bunny), did those men put their hands on you?" 

He swipes his thumb over your skin. You nod, looking so beautifully broken and Sergei's heart squeezes. He can only imagine what they did for you to be crying. He presses a quick kiss to your forehead and looks down at the cuts on your hand again. His jaw tightens again and he wraps them up with paper towel, stopping the bleeding. They should heal quickly.  

"They shouldn't even be allowed to breathe in your presence and yet they have the audacity to touch you?" He grumbles, his voice hoarse. "I'm going to kill them."

You shake your head, holding onto his sleeve once he turns to leave the bathroom and beat his father's associates to a pulp. You stop him, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Please, stay with me. I- I feel safe with you." You say it so quietly but he hears you plainly. He looks at you, all the desire for revenge that was poisoning his blood replaced by the need to hold you close. To promise that no man will ever hurt you like that again. 

"Shh, I'm here," he whispers slowly, pulling you in again and holding behind your head. Your nose collides with his chest and you inhale his scent. His arms tighten around you, fingers in your hair as he twirls the strands. He inhales the scent of your shampoo, wishing he could nuzzle his head into your neck to smell your natural scent. He holds in a grunt and simply tightens his hold on you. He'll hold you as long as you need it.  

"Can you take me home?" you ask and he can't think of anything more he'd like to do then make sure you're home safe. 

Your apartment smells like you. He notices all the little things about you from the way you keep your apartment and he smiles. You sniffle, sliding off your shoes and throwing your keys onto the entrance table. You pause, looking at the bloodied paper towel wrapped around your hand and you open it. You see that the cuts have stopped bleeding and you throw away the makeshift bandage. 

"Do you want a drink?"

Sergei turns, a little surprised you would ask. He shakes his head. "I should go home," he says and you grab his arm, shaking your head. You look up at him, touching his cheek and the prickles of his beard. You shake your head. "No?" he asks, confused. 

He can see the tears in your eyes and he tenses. 

You lean up, whispering, "No. I want you. Make me forget about them," I say, no hesitation in your voice. You can still feel the other men's hands on you, their cruel voices ringing in your ear, and you hate it.

You've wanted Sergei for so long now. You yearn for him to make this situation better.

Sergei's blue eyes burn into yours. He can't smell any alcohol on you but he's a little hesitant. "What are you asking for, зайка (bunny)?" he whispers to you, his large hand running up and down your sides, squeezing your hip. 

You kiss him, hoping to answer his question that way. You expected a little hesitation, but the moment you kiss him, Sergei's lifting you up into his arms, wrapping your legs around his torso, as he deepens the kiss. His hand finds your hair, tugging on the strands, as you try and catch your breath from the kiss. 

"Are you sure?" he grunts into your neck, licking a strip up to your jaw as he nibbles on your skin. "You have no clue what you're asking of me. I'm going to ruin you." He means it too, you can tell, and he finds his way to your bedroom in no time. 

As soon as he drops you to the bed, you look up at him. You already look like a mess and his cock twitches in his pants. He growls, teeth flashing as his eyes turn yellow for a split second, and you scramble up to the headboard, your chest rising and falling. 

"What are you?" you ask. You feel like prey and arousal pools in your stomach. 

You don't receive an answer as he practically tears his shirt with one hand, climbing onto the mattress and pinning your hands to your sides. You're breathing heavily but you aren't scared. He looks almost animalistic now but you still feel safer with him than any man you've met at that club. He kisses you again, pushing you down further into the mattress. 

"I can smell you, little one," he laughs, kissing behind your ear as he inhales your scent. "Everywhere," he laughs, one of his hands releases your wrist and skims down your stomach with his knuckles. He presses a palm over your skirt and you catch his gaze. 

You nod, using your free hand now to touch his cheek as if to convey your trust. You can't pretend this isn't exactly what you've dreamed of for months. 

"You're mine," he growls, ripping your skirt and biting down on your skin. You gasp, wrapping your leg around his hip as his hand pulls down your panties. "After tonight, all you'll feel is me."

You moan, feeling the light sting on your shoulder from where he'd bit you. You know that you'll be covered in bruises and marks once he's finished with you but you don't complain, instead losing yourself in the way he feels; his his fingers open you up for his cock, the grunts and groans he's making in your ear as his lips explore your skin. Everything that had happened before this moment is a now lost memory and all you can think of is him. 

You feel him against your thigh once you realize he's removed his trousers and he's as big as you imagined. "You won't fit," you warn him, breathlessly as you pull up his face and look into his eyes. He just smirks and kisses your lips almost sweetly. 

"I will," he says and nuzzles his nose into your neck. He gently spreads your legs wider and you let him. You relax onto the pillow, your eyes locked onto his. You watch him, nails digging into his shoulders as you draw blood the moment his cock breaches your entrance and you let out a pained whine. 

"Shhh, зайка (bunny)," he says, going slower so you can take him all. You're so wet but it isn't enough. Sergei spits on his fingers, bringing them down to add more wetness and help him ease inside you. "I got you," he promises and you nod, focusing on the future pleasure instead of the pain. 

You lift up as he bottoms out, and you bite into him, making him in return as you muffle the cry of pain. Sergei hisses, moaning as he stills inside you for a moment. He waits patiently until you're ready for more. He's used to being patient.

All great hunters are. 

"Okay, move," you almost demand, relaxing again and he smirks. 

"Impatient little thing," he teases under his breath, rocking his hips forward. It's still a little painful, but in a way that draws moans and whines from your lips. You arch your back, the buttons of your shirt straining against your breasts. Sergei grunts and moves the hand that was on your hip to rip your shirt open, taking your bra with it. His mouth attaches to your nipples, teeth grazing them so you moan. 

He's marking your breasts now, hips slamming into yours. He was right, are are taking him all in. "Sergei," you moan, head falling back as your eyes flutter shut. You're breathless and already exhausted as he draws an orgasm from you. 

"Mhm, you feel so good around me." Is all he says, still fucking into you. He bites and sucks at your breasts, his large hand palming against your hip bones as he holds you down. You keep your eyes half-open, looking into his as he fucks you again and again and takes another orgasm from you. 

By the third, he's flipped you over onto your stomach, hips up, as he pounds into you with no mercy. The only sound now is your whimpered moans and the creak of the bed. "Please," you whine and you can barely keep your eyes open anymore. You have no clue how longs it's been.

"Please what, зайка (bunny)?" Sergei grunts. He's close. He can tell you're at your limit and he doesn't want to push you. He slows his thrust, focusing on the pleasure as he reaches his high.

You whimper into the pillow as he fills you up, his cock slipping out and spilling more cum onto your back. You whine, eyes fluttering shut at the empty sensation. 

Sergei catches his breath, pausing to rub the cum into your skin as he slides his hand up to your hair and leans over your back. He pulls you up, turning your head and kissing your cheek gently. His beard scratches against your cheek. "Hi, little one," he smiles and gently strokes your hair now. "Are you okay?"

You hum, letting him guide you onto your back as he rests his head between your breasts, right over your thumping heart. He slides his calloused hands over your sides and presses kisses on your bare skin. You smile, eyes fluttering. He's as rough a lover as he is a gentle one. 

"Dove, are you okay?" he repeats, slotting his thigh between yours as he takes a breath. It's late now, exhaustion overtaking you as you rest your cheek on his head. You lift your hand, gently scratching your fingers in his hair. Sergei smiles and kisses your stomach again. 

"'M okay," you say happily, "better than okay. I just wanna lay here. With you." 

Sergei nods, tightening his hands around your waist. He soothes you, his voice low. "Go to sleep, зайка (bunny), nothing can hurt you when I'm here. я обещаю (I promise)." 

You nod, feeling safe as his breath mixes with yours. It doesn't take you long to fall asleep knowing he's there. Knowing that now that he's around you don't have to worry about any sleazy men or unwanted touches.

➻ Given that Sergei has lived alone for most of his life, he doesn't really have a lot of romantic experience. He always put romantic relationships on the backburner, never expecting to find anyone. Especially someone with whom he could be honest about his lifestyle and history.

➻ Sure, he's had one night stands here and there—but he was always gone before the sunrise.

➻ Everything changed the night he met you: the undeniably alluring woman at Dmitri's bar, sitting by herself after being stood up by her date. The conversation between you two was easy, words flowing as easily as the alcohol.

➻ So when the two of you started to date, it was new and overwhelming and amazing and frightening.

➻ The Truth. It would take at least a few solid months before Sergei could be honest about his lifestyle and what he does for "work". It was probably the most nerve-wracking thing he's ever done—he couldn't bear lying to you any longer. Yet when you accept him for who he is, he was completely over the moon.

➻ Cooking. With you in the picture, his eating habits definitely change. He's grown accustomed to eating fish straight from rivers or cooking unseasoned meat. But he makes a conscious effort to learn how to cook his game in different ways to please you. This is a big thing for Sergei, especially since he is someone who is always so disciplined and follows the same regiment.

➻ Flowers. There's always a fresh batch of flowers in a jar waiting for you after his hunt each morning. He'd carefully pluck them from the ground, not wanting to rip the stems in half. He would pick the ones with petals that closely matched your favorite color.

➻ Feelings. Sergei despises them. It's difficult to get him to open up and be honest about what bothers him. There are little tell-tale signs: silence, frustrated sighs, him fidgeting with the handle of his knife. The best way to deal with him is to stay next to him and to not push until he is ready—he finds comfort in your presence.

➻ Outings. Only the finest for you. Think operas, art museums, high-end restaurants. Especially since he has access to a plane, you'll be in Paris one night and New York the next. Although he hates being in crowded public spaces, he just loves seeing you dress up for each occasion. It taps into his more primal instincts, wanting to show you off to the world and make sure everyone knows that you're his.

➻ The Dome. The two of you split your time between London and his home in Russia. Whenever you make it back to Sergei's dome, there's always an undeniable sense of calm—no chaotic bustling city noises or strange smells, no overstimulation from technology. Everything just feels easier and more natural. You go on walks together, and he teaches you how to tell the difference between noxious/non-noxious plants. He'd even teach you how to use his bow.

➻ Family Reunions. Non-existent. Aside from the occasional dinner with you and Dima, he'd never tell his father about you. He fears what his father would do with that information, paranoid that he would try to use you or hurt you in some way.

➻ Missions. Whenever he goes on a mission, he'll fly you out to London so that you can stay with Dima. He never knows how long he'll be gone for, and his mind would be put to rest if he knew you were with someone that he trusted. And when you heard the balcony door open—even in the dead of night—you'd always jump out of bed and run. Sergei would be there waiting for you, bloodied and bruised but still smiling.

➻ Caretaker. You always fuss over his injuries. He'd tell you he was fine, insist that nothing hurt, that it would heal in a matter of days. Yet he'd still let you clean his wounds and bandage each one, kissing your forehead periodically.

➻ When it comes to sex, I think that a lot of Sergei's kinks are rooted in power play and dom/sub dynamics.

➻ Primal play/hunter-prey — Sergei absolutely loves the thrill of the hunt, and I see it translating into the bedroom. He'd bring up a chase scenario, where he stalks you through the forest before pinning you down. Think head starts and mock struggling/fighting (but with fully discussed consent beforehand).

➻ Marking — duh. Hickeys, bitemarks, bruises from gripping you too hard—nothing is off limits. Sergei wouldn't ever want to hurt you deliberately or draw blood, but he wants proof of him on you. He'd love it if you also raked your fingers down his back or biceps.

➻ Size difference and manhandling — The man is built, and wants to make sure you know. Sergei would pick you up and carry you effortlessly, and have sex with you against a wall without breaking into a sweat. Knowing that he could overpower you drives him completely feral.

➻ Light restraints — Nothing too crazy. Probably tie your hands back with his belt while you're face-down, or just use his hands to pin your wrists himself. He honestly just wants to see you all helpless for him.

➻ Praise — This would be kind of jarring. Sergei would be slamming into you on all fours, while whispering sweet nothings in your ear: "My princess." "My darling girl." "Taking me so well, my good girl." It only increases in sweetness and frequency when you're especially vulnerable. He just wants you to know how much he loves you.

"You left your window unlocked," he would say.

You seethed, mainly because of the audacity of this man. But also because you live on the third floor of your apartment building. Not long after, you relented and gave Sergei a spare key.

At this point, it was almost like he lived here too. He was getting very comfortable, and you weren't sure how to feel about it. You considered charging him rent. Or, at the very least, telling him off. But before you ever got around to it, his mouth would find its way to yours, his hands to your waist, and the rest would become history.

It's another regular evening when Sergei comes over. He arrives to a quiet apartment, with only the hum of household appliances, distant traffic and, most noticeably, the sound of running water from the shower.

After locking the door behind him, he kicks off his shoes and discards his jacket on the back of the couch. He heads over to the bathroom, carefully opening the door and peeking inside. Warm steam and the fragrant scent of your shampoo waft through the air. And through the foggy glass of the shower screen, he sees you.

He smiles to himself as he enters, recognising the potential of this situation. Your back is facing him, and you're blissfully unaware of his presence. The running water helps mask his actions as he shuts the door and approaches the shower.

He pulls the shower door open and reaches to pinch you on the waist, making a sudden noise to scare you. You flinch and let out a yelp. As you turn around, your startlement turns into anger when you see the culprit.

"Sergei? What the fuck is wrong with you?" you yell at him.

Sergei chuckles, raising his hands in mock surrender. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."

You grab the door and hold it closed, creating a sort of barrier between the two of you. "That was not fucking funny. What are you even doing here?"

"I came to see you," he answers, unbothered by your reaction.

You stare at him incredulously through the glass. "You really couldn't wait ten minutes?"

Sergei just laughs. "Of course not. Who do you think I am?"

You let out a huff, unimpressed by his antics. "Okay, well, you've seen me. You can go now."

"Aw, don't send me away," he pouts. "Can't I join you?"

You narrow your eyes at him. "Join me? Are you being serious?"

"Dead serious," he replies. "Please?"

You continue staring him down, but he disarms you with a charming smile. You groan. How could you say no when he's looking at you like that?

"Alright, fine," you say. "But this doesn't mean I forgive you."

Sergei nods, still smirking. He begins to undress, leaving his clothes piled on the floor. You turn to face the water again, ignoring the man and refocusing on washing yourself.

Meanwhile, Sergei remains fixated on you, finding your aloof demeanour amusing. Once he's unclothed, he steps into the shower behind you. Almost immediately, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you against his chest.

"Don't be mad," he murmurs, as he presses his lips against your neck, "I missed you, that's all."

"That's a sorry excuse," you mutter in response.

He hums, smiling against your skin. "But it's true, baby. I've been thinking about you all day."

He continues peppering kisses on your neck. You try not to make a noise as he begins to caress your body. His large hands wander up to your breasts, and he starts kneading them while his fingers brush over your nipples. After a while, he spins you around to face him, smiling as he meets your gaze. He takes a moment to admire you.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" he says.

You give him a pointed look. "Don't try to flatter me, Sergei."

"Oh, come on," he pulls you closer. "You know I wouldn't lie to you."

Before you can protest further, he leans in to kiss you. His lips are fervorous against yours. His beard tickles your skin, and his fingers squeeze your hips. Unable to stay annoyed, you loop your arms over his shoulders and kiss him back.

He holds you close, and you do the same, your bodies flush against each other. Your fingers play at the nape of his neck, and he moans into your mouth when you tug his hair. He deepens the kiss, brushing his tongue against yours.

He guides you towards the wall. The cold tiles press against your back, making you jump slightly. Sergei must have noticed because he smirks, breaking the kiss to trail his lips along your jaw.

"So beautiful," he whispers, repeating his earlier sentiment.

He starts moving lower, peppering more kisses down your neck and over your chest and stomach. You let out a sigh as you lean back, watching Sergei get on his knees.

Now situated on the shower floor, he grips your thighs and holds you steady against the wall. He kisses a trail along your hip, slowly moving towards your inner thigh. Carefully, he guides one of your legs to rest over his shoulder. He looks up at you as he places a gentle, teasing kiss over your sex. You gasp, hands finding their way back to Sergei's hair.

He grins at your reaction before moving in fully. Using his tongue, he parts your folds to reach your entrance and licks a stripe up to your clit. You moan as he lavishes attention on the bud, licking and sucking as if his life depended on it.

Sergei's euphoria matches yours. Engulfed by your sweet scent and surrounded by your soft skin, he knows this is where he belongs. On his knees, worshipping his goddess. He groans into you as you tighten your grip on his hair. Pressing one last kiss on your clit, he begins moving his mouth lower and teases your hole with his tongue.

A string of moans and curses leave your mouth, and Sergei relishes the sound of your pretty voice as he fucks you with his tongue. The bridge of his nose nestles against your clit, only adding to the overwhelming sensation of him making out with your pussy.

You squirm as the tension builds, and your legs start to tremble. Sergei holds onto you tighter, his mouth not letting up. Your breath becomes unsteady as you feel yourself become light-headed.

"Sergei, please," you whimper, barely able to form words.

"I'm here, baby," he murmurs. "I have you. Let go for me."

The last few words are all you need. You cry out as pleasure washes over you, consuming you in a moment of ecstasy. Sergei doesn't stop, letting you ride out your orgasm. He moans as you come on his tongue, eagerly tasting you.

As you start to come down from your high, Sergei slows his ministrations. He plants a few final kisses before gently placing your leg down and standing back up. His arms wrap around your waist again, and he holds you securely. You rest your weight against him as you catch your breath.

His cock, now rock-hard, nestles against your sensitive cunt, making you whimper. He's aching for you but needs to know you're feeling alright first. He brings a hand to cradle your face, coaxing you to look at him. Your unfocused gaze meets his, and he smiles as he looks over you.

You really are so very beautiful.

"You're not still mad at me, are you?" he asks, resting his forehead against yours.

His question annoys you. You want to roll your eyes or hit him or fuck him, but you're still a bit out of it.

"No, of course not, you idiot," you mutter instead.

"Good," Sergei chuckles, kissing you on the cheek. "Come on then. I think we've showered enough. Let's take this to the bedroom."

The Kravinoff's estate in Volgograd is bigger than your own. You feel like it could swallow you whole the moment you walk into the foyer. An array of renaissance paintings and animal busts line the walls and the dim yellow lights of the room causes a shiver to run up your spine. You grip your purse, looking around. It's unusually quiet. 

"Y/n Y/l/n?" A man calls your name as he struts over. He is dressed in a crisp suit and he snaps his fingers and a maid's rush in and take your coat and purse. You let her. The man doesn't tell you his name as he ushers you into a larger room. It looks like someone's bureau. You pause, realizing you're not alone in this room. A line of four woman stand in front of the desk and you suddenly feel violently ill. 

"Miss Y/l/n, Sir," The man introduces you and bows his head slightly as if the man behind the desk truly is royalty. You walk closer, the light from the dimming sun shinning onto the older man's face as he sits in the leather chair, hands folded on the expensive mahogany wood. 

You don't know what Sergei Kravinoff is supposed to look like, but this man looks around sixty. He stands and you feel stuck in place as he practically glares at you. "You're late," he snarls, his Russian accent thick. He gestures to the line of women with a huff, "Go." 

Your legs move before your mind catches up and you go to stand beside a pretty brunette. You straighten up, keeping your hands in front of you. The women doesn't even look your way and whatever this is feels more and more like a competition. 

"You all think you're worthy of my son, hm," the man clears his throat and walks out from behind his desk like a predator stalking its pray. The women don't answer but none of them look afraid.

You definitely feel afraid.  

He stops in front of the first women, a gorgeous blond. All these women are stunning. Your hands tremble so you press them against your jeans. "Too skinny," Who you now assume is Nikolai Kravinoff, says dismissively. He moves on to the next women, snorting. He swipes his thumb across her cheek, smudging her foundation. "This shit won't make you any prettier, darlin'."

You feel anger course through you and you turn your head, forcing your head forward. Who does he think he is judging her? Has he looked in the mirror recently? He isn't exactly handsome. Your thoughts are interrupt by someone's hand gripping your hips. Your eyes snap up and lock with Nikolai's as he grins and says, "Sturdy hips. Good for having strong children."

You blink, a jolt of warmth and embarrassment rushing through you. Without thinking, you shove Nikolai away from you. He's surprised by your outburst so he stumbles. It doesn't take long for you to realize the gravity of your error as Nikolai's calloused palm is raised in anger. 

You squeeze your eyes shut, preparing for the strike but it never comes. 

You hear the other women gasp and murmurs fill the room. You open your eyes slowly and find another man, slightly taller than Nikolai, is holding his wrist so he can't slap you. The man's sharp blue eyes are glaring and when he tightens his grip, his arm muscles flex. Your entranced by his beauty and you let out a small squeak, a delayed response to the fear of the slap. 

The man eyes snap towards you and you think you see a flicker of gold in his irises before it disappears. Time feels like it's frozen as you stare at the man. It isn't until Nikolai wrenches his arm away that you snap out of the haze and step back instinctively. 

You expect an argument to break out but nothing comes. Instead, Nikolai simply smiles grimly. "Sergei," he says, a hint of distain in his voice. He turns towards the women, glaring at you as he motions towards the women. "You're just in time to meet your potential bride," he chuckles darkly. Nikolai walks by you without a word and your shoulders relax as you let out a breath. 

You lower your head, hands clenching against your jeans again. You sneak a glance at Sergei. He is every bit as handsome as the rumors you'd heard. His hair falls to his neck in messy curls and his jaw is clenched in concentration as he watches his father move. He's beautiful. You know you have no chance of becoming his wife after what you just did, but you can't help staring anyways. 

"I want her," Sergei says calmly, interrupting his father as Nikolai was introducing one of the brunettes. 

You don't register that he's looking at you until Nikolai barks a laugh. You freeze in place. "Her? Sergei, my boy, nonsense. Isn't she a bit mousy?" The don't even care about the insult as it dawns on you that Sergei had just chosen you. 

Sergei walks up to you slowly, taking in your appearance with consideration. You lock eyes with him and your heart pounds rapidly in your chest. There is no way he'd just chosen you. There must be a mistake. 

"You forced me to chose a bride," Sergei starts gruffly, looking back at his father, "and I have chosen." Without another word, he turns on his heels and walks out the room. The women all look shocked and confused by the speed at which you'd been chosen and you can feel their hatred as they stare. 

Nikolai is silent for a moment until he laughs again. He looks at you, taking in your appearance with a sneer. He chuckles more menacingly now but waves his hand dismissively. "Alright. Ivan, show the girl to her room," he says and you feel the first man you'd met grab your arm. 

You startle, turning around as you're guided out of the room. You can't believe this is actually happening. What about your things? Your family? Your friends? Your head is spinning and the last thing you hear is the sound of a door slamming and the feel of expensive duvet as you crumble onto your new bed.

* * *

Your father was ecstatic to hear you'd been chosen by the Kravinoff's. However, you and your mother wept at the thought of you leaving home. It was all happening so quickly. You'd been forbidden from wandering the estate and you spent most of your days in your new room, waiting for your future husband to show the slightest interest in you. 

He never did. 

Your father had sent over some of your things, including your grandmother's wedding dress. The dress made everything feel more real, and still when the day finally came, the tightness of the dress was suffocating. 

The wedding is small and private, and still there are no expenses missed. The room looks lavish and grand, but even the glitters and the glam can't distract you from the thorns you feel peeking out from the bouquet of roses you’re holding. As you walk down the aisle, this is the first time you're seeing Sergei since that day and he doesn't look your way until your standing in front of him. 

Your chest rises and falls rapidly as you look at the man you're marrying. He's just as beautiful as the day you saw him, but behind the beauty he seems cold and distant. It scares you.

There is no exchange of vows, just the mutual 'I do' and the feel of Sergei's hand on the small of your back as he pulls you in for a kiss. 

He pauses mid-way, sensing how you’re trembling and he looks into your eyes as he silently asks for something. Your eyes flicker over his features, confused, and you hold your breath in anticipation. His hand moves upwards to cup your cheek and he turns your head to the side, treating you more gently than you'd expected. You realize as he kisses your cheek right near your mouth that he's blocking the guests from seeing the insincerity of the kiss. 

When he pulls away and smiles the fakest smile you've ever seen, your heart shatters. 

He didn't even want to kiss you. 

The crowd applauses and you feel like throwing up.

During the reception, your father is beaming alongside Nikolai Kravinoff as they seem to be discussing future business now that your families have merged. You’re sitting alone at your table since Sergei has gone off somewhere and you feel numb. Tears fill your eyes as you realize in horror there is no escape from him. You're trapped in this loveless marriage until the day you die.

You dress suddenly feels like it's tightening around you and you feel faint. You stand on shaky legs, grasping for the side of the table as the fancy lace feels like it's binding into your ribs, drawing all the blood you have to offer. No one seems to notice your distress as you stumble towards the hall outside the room. You gasp for breath, hands clutching at the walls. 

 He hadn't even kiss you.

Tears spill down your face as the pain becomes excruciating. You feel all the strength in your body leave you as the world around you turns dark. 

* * *

When you wake, the room you're in is dark as the moonlight shines in through the window. You're laying in a bed, soft furs and blankets are sprawled across the covers. You blink, watching the ceiling fan spin slowly as you regain your bearings. The wedding, you remember with a jolt as you sit up. You feel the straps of your dress slap gently against your shoulders and you reach behind, feeling the skin of your back. Someone had unbuttoned all the little buttons on your dress. 

"Careful," you hear a familiar gruff voice and you jump in your skin, letting out a small squeak. 

You see the shadow of a man sitting on the armchair in the middle of the room, his eyes barely visible in the darkness but you swear you see another flicker of gold before he pulls the string of the lamp beside him. You wince at the sudden light but adjust quickly as you stare at your husband. He stays silent as he simply watches you.

"Where am I?" You ask, your voice hoarse. You touch your cheeks, hoping the tears you'd shed hadn't ruined your mascara and foundation. 

"Our suite," Sergei answers, his tone even. 

"What happened?" You ask another question, glancing at the window. It's clearly late. 

"You passed out. You couldn't breathe in your dress." Once again his answer is unemotional. You clench your hands tightly in the furs that are spread out on his bed, swallowing the embarrassment and tears that threatened to fall again as the reality of your situation settles in.

You're his wife now. He practically owns you and your family now. 

Sergei stands up, his suit creasing as he flexes his arms. You freeze, keeping your gaze averted from his as you feel him stalk closer to where you sit. His frame blocks the moonlight from the window and hesitantly, you lift your head to catch your gaze. 

His jaw ticks as he narrows his eyes. You quickly wipe your eyes, not wanting him to see your tears. You know he's seen it anyway because he grips your jaw and gently lifts your head to meet his eyes. Your stomach twists and more tears pool in your eyes. You want to ask him so many questions: why he'd chosen you? Why he needed a wife when his empire was large enough? And why he didn't kiss you during the ceremony. 

"Why didn't I kiss you?" Sergei repeats, his voice low and husky, and your blood runs cold. Had you asked him that aloud? Your lip trembles but you can't tear your eyes from him. 

You nod slowly, curiosity winning over the preservation of your dignity. 

"Did you want me to kiss you?" He asks as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. 

You blink at him, unsure how to answer. You nod again. 

Sergei doesn't respond, but then he removes his hand from your jaw. "I didn't know." Is all he answers, still gazing at you with a look hardened by years of wounds and suffering. You flinch a little when you leans down, his nose almost touch yours as his hand finds it's way behind your back, brushing your bare skin as it travels towards your head, calloused palm spreading across your nape. When he speaks again, his warm breath fawns your face. "Do you still want me to kiss you?" 

You blink once more, wet tears still brimming on your eyelids. It takes a moment for your brain to catch up to his words. You do want him to kiss you. How could you not what the kiss when it symbolizes that perhaps this marriage isn't hopeless after all? 

"Yes," you whisper without hesitation, shutting your eyes.

Sergei's lips find yours and it's softer than you'd imagined it be. He doesn't tighten his hold or deepen the kiss. Instead, he tilts his head and captures your upper lip in his, moving gently as if you're something easily broken. You lift your hands, clutching at his chemise as you straighten your back to kiss him better. 

When he finally pulls away, his hand lingers on your nape. You open your eyes as he straightens himself and clears his throat. You feel the absence of his touch as he backs away. "Rest," he says and it sounds like a plea rather than a demand. "I'll deal with our families."

Sergei's hand twitches at his side as if he wants to touch you again but he restrains. You watch him leave. He'd turns off the lamp on his way out so you're plunged back into darkness. But as you lay back against the pillows, you realize that the darkness that made you feel so lonely all these weeks before doesn't seem so daunting anymore. 

* * *

Being Sergei’s bride is less difficult than you'd imagined. Thankfully you've left Nikolai Kravinoff's Russian estate and the slimy gazes he'd send your way. Mostly, your new role is to be a pretty accessory. You aren't allowed to know about his 'jobs' or involve yourself, so most of your days are spent alone in his apartment in London. 

Sergei makes sure you're well cared for. He sends money and gifts from wherever he is that week. Still, he rarely calls and he never texts so that excruciating feeling of loneliness is ever present. 

It's almost midnight now and the warm water from your shower has shriveled your fingers. Still, you stand under the water, staring at the pristine tiles as soap threads through your toes. Sergei hasn't come home in three weeks. He hasn't even called. You sigh deeply and turn to rinse out the suds before turning off the water. Grabbing your towel, you walk out of the bathroom. Steam fills the room and you push hair out from your eyes. 

You don't bother changing. No one is home anyway. You slide the bathroom door open and step out in the hall. You don't mind how your still dripping water droplets. The apartment is eerily silent. Or you think it isn't you approach the kitchen. The sound of glasses clinking and hushed male voices can be heard and you pause. You tighten your grip on your towel and hug the wall as you freeze near the door, holding your breath. 

You recognize Sergei's voice immediately. He must have come home when you were in the shower. "Dima. Don't," your husband cautions. He sounds tired. You hear a younger voice laugh as Sergei's little brother dismisses his warning. 

"Sergei, Papa is worried," Dima says, still sounding lighthearted. You hold your breath. 

"He doesn't need to meddle in my affairs." 

"He knows you haven't laid with her," Dima continues and your heart pounds. They're talking about you and the lack of intimacy in your marriage. You and Sergei haven't even slept in the same bed with how much he's been away, much less done anything more than that one kiss. 

"And?" Sergei asks, sounding annoyed now. 

"And he just wants her to fulfill her role."

"Dima," Sergei's voice becomes louder and you cover your mouth the stay quiet.

"That is what he said, Sergei. That is why you married, remember? I am just telling you what he said." 

"Well don't. She is not my breeding cow, черт возьми." 

Your heart is beating rapidly at his words and the towel slips from your hand in shock. Flustered, you scramble to pick it up and cover yourself. The men in the kitchen go silent and you realize you must have made too much noise. Shit, you curse in your head and hurry back to your bedroom. You shut the door behind you, abandoning any secrecy. You reach for your pajamas, which embarrassingly consists of one of Sergei's shirts, and throw it on. 

The door behind you opens just as the towel pools at your feet and you squeak, jumping back in surprise. You spin around, hands still covering your chest as if you're still naked. Your husband stands in the doorway, a look of confusion on his face. He looks tired. His looks sunken in and his beard is a bit longer than when you last saw him. Still, he looks gorgeous. 

"You aren't asleep," he states.

You shake your head, backing closer to the large windows. Your eyes are wide and nervous.

"It is late." 

You nod. Sergei gently closes the door behind him. "I sent Dima away. I apologize for inviting someone over without your permission." 

You nod again, clearing your throat. "It's alright."

"Did you hear our conversation?" Sergei asks as if he already knows the answer and walks further into the room. He sends a glance your way, registering that you're wearing one of his shirts but he doesn't mention it. Instead, he sighs and rubs his temples as if he's in pain. "You don't need to be afraid. I won't touch you. Sit," he gestures towards the bed. You obey, sinking into the mattress and clasping your hands together. 

I won't touch you. His words sting more than they should. 

"Why?" You find yourself asking. 

Sergei pauses. "Why what?"

Why did you choose me? Why are you always away? Why won't you touch me?

"Um, why me? That day—" you begin, sounding unsure. Sergei raises his eyebrow. He walks to the opposite side of the bed, sitting down as well. The city lights shine in from the windows, illuminating the room. 

"You want to know now?" He asks. 

"Yes," you say immediately. "Please." 

Silent fills the room for a bit until Sergei speaks. "You were different. You looked just as scared as you looked combative. You didn't just stand there, shinny and fake, like all the others." You listen with bated breath. "I wasn't planning on accepting any marriage when I walked into that room—" 

That takes you by surprise. So, he choose you despite his reservations? You don't quite know what to think. 

"Perhaps I made a mistake."

You breathe hitches and you turn to face him. Your body is half on the bed and you can't help the hurt in your voice as you ask, "Because you don't want me? Because you don't want to touch me? Because I'm not desirable? Is that the mistake?" 

Sergei turns around slowly, facing you as well now. He looks taken aback by your words. "Excuse me?" he asks in a breathless whisper. 

"Is that the mistake?" You desperately want an explanation. 

"You think you aren't desirable?"

You turn fully, kneeling on the mattress now so you're closer to him. "You told your brother you don't want to be intimate with your wife! How am I supposed to live like that?!"

Sergei's eyes widen for a fraction of a second and then his frown deepens. In a swift motion, he grabs your cheek and kisses you. You wrap your arms around his neck instantly, forcing yourself even closer to him as you kiss him back. 

Every inch of your lonely soul yearns for him. 

Sergei climbs over you, his hand now pressed down against the mattress by your head as he kisses you with hunger. It's nothing like the gentle kiss he gave you the day you married him. This time, he feels almost feral. He pulls away, glancing down at you sprawled over bed you're supposed to share, your hands gripping his shirt. "You are so beautiful," he says earnestly. "How am I supposed to ruin you?"

You lean up, trying to kiss him again. "I'm not a—"

"You are," Sergei interrupts and cups your cheek, gently stroking his thumb across your soft skin. "It was in the contract my father made."

Your cheeks heat up. He knew you weren't experienced. It was a condition for the marriage? "Why?" You ask breathlessly. 

Sergei begins to gently kiss your neck as he continues to sooth you. "He is old-fashioned," he explains as his kisses you again. He lifts his head and looks into your eyes. "It doesn't matter to me. I'd want you any way," he pauses and adds, "I'll be gentle. I promise."

I'd want you any way. His words send a shock to your core and you tense up involuntarily. Your head is spinning. He wants you? He's never even hinted at wanting you until now. Still, you crave his touch and warmth. 

When he kisses you again, this time you wrap your arms around his shoulders, using him as an anchor. You feel his knee slide between your thighs, lifting the hem of his shirt as if pools around your stomach. Your eyes widen when you remember you're not wearing any underwear and you drop your arms, tugging at the shirt to cover yourself. 

Sergei pulls away from the kiss once again, a little confused into he looks at your face and the downwards. His lips curl into a smirk. "It's okay," he says reassuringly. He strokes your damp hair, kissing your forehead. "Do you want this?" 

You can only nod as you're still too embarrassed to speak. Your husband just kisses you again. This time, he easily leans his weight on one arm as he reaches down with the other to rest his hand on top of your pussy. Even with the shirt still covering you, you can feel the warmth of his hand and your breathing becomes deeper. 

Sergei just stays like this for a moment, kissing you. 

"M-more?" You whisper against his lips, wiggling your hips a little. 

You feel him grin against your lips as his hand dips lower, finding your naked pussy. His fingers feels really big so you jump a little in surprise. When you do, Sergei moves his arm so that his hand is under your head, gently caressing your hair. "Shh, it's okay. You're so wet for me already, little dove."

He begins to touch you fully and your mind goes blank. This isn't the same feeling as your hands. This is something new. His thumb swirls around your clit, gently stimulating you. You clutch your hand in his shirt again, tugging at the material. 

"Patience," Sergei whispers hoarsely, one finger now pressing against your entrance. You inhale, squirming again. He goes slow, looking into your eyes for any sign of pain. Anytime he sees that flicker in your eyes, he stops and gives you time to adjust. After a while, one finger becomes two, and two becomes three, and now you're breathlessly whining under him. 

"Gotta open you up," he says, gently pumping his fingers in and out as he watches you fall apart. 

You arch your back, gripping the sheets now. "I-I think I’m g-gonna—"

"Go ahead. Cum for me." 

You squeeze your eyes shut and come, clenching around his fingers as you let out a soft moan. Your mind is hazy for a moment and you don't register his hand pulling away until you hear the sound of a belt buckle unbuckling. You open your eyes, taking him in: Sergei has removed his shirt and he's in the process of removing his trousers. Your gaze travels along his torso.

Holy shit.

You reach for him, wanting to count the abs on his stomach. You hear him chuckle and it snaps you back into reality as he takes your hand and hovers over you once again. Sergei smiles and slides his shirt off you, mussing your hair and leaving you completely bare. You're very aware that you're now both naked and you feel extremely vulnerable. 

Sergei sees your expression so he takes the time to kiss you softly, all over your face, your neck, and your chest, so that he can reassure you that he's not leaving you. His sharp teeth glide over your skin, leaving markings. You lost in the intimacy of his touch that you barely register him parting your thighs. His hand slides up and down, caressing you as you throw your head back into the pillow. 

"So beautiful," Sergei murmurs, pressing himself closer to you. Your eyes open when you feel something big pressing against your pussy. You flinch and grasp at his shoulders. "It's okay. You want this hm, little dove?" 

You nod, staring into his eyes. Sergei stills, waiting for more. "Yes," you admit in a small voice. 

"Good girl," he whispers as he kisses the side of your face, nuzzling into you so that his warmth envelops you. You can feel the pressure in between your bodies and you gasp, hands clenching harder against Sergei's bare shoulders. You feel his dick slip inside as he goes ever so slowly. He keeps kissing your face and you squeeze your eyes shut as pain shoots through you. 

"It hurts," you say, holding him closer.

Sergei pauses and gives you time to adjust. He whispers Russian words in your ear. Words you don't understand, but by his voice you can tell they're loving. After a moment, he rocks forwards gently and you realize the pain has lessened. You bury your face in your husband's chest, letting yourself feel. 

A thrust. Then another. And another after that until finally that pained look on your face morphs into pleasure. "S-Sergei," you say, feeling him groan above you. He shifts and places on hand on the headboard, anchoring himself. 

"Yes?" His voice sounds strains as he mutters a curse under his breath. The bed creeks under his thrusts. 

"It feels good," you say breathlessly, stilling holding on to him. 

"Hm? It feels good? Is that right?" You can hear the smile in his voice this time and you're so embarrassed. You nod, trying to keep the sounds you want to make quiet. You feel so full and your pussy keeps tingling. 

"I want to hear you," Sergei groans from above and you hear the wood from the headboard start to crack. You lift your head, overwhelmed now as a moan slips past your lips. Sergei is staring at you, his eyes dark and golden as he watches you from above. Strand of curly hair fall over his forehead, dangling with each thrust. 

You can't look away from his eyes as your moans become louder. 

Sergei's other hand tightens around your thigh, gently lifting it so that he can push himself even deeper inside you. Your eyes roll back as he reaches a part inside you that you didn't even know existed. "I- I'm—" You can't even string out the words as your stomach fills with butterflies. 

"Hm? You feel close again?" Sergei teases. 

You nod, all sensations feel unreal and you're overwhelmed by what you're experiencing. You lose track of time as he continues to fuck into you until you're no longer able to string any sentences along. When you come, your legs shake and you groan at the feeling of him coming inside you. You can't even open your eyes when you feel Sergei's body weight sink down against yours. He's breathing heavily, his lips kissing your neck as he strokes his hand in your hair. 

"You did good for me," he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

You chase his touch, wrapping your arms around him as if you're afraid he'll leave you. Sergei groans against your skin as he hugs you back, shifting you so you're laying on his chest. You nuzzle into him, still feeling raw and exposed even as you both pull the covers over you. 

"Does it hurt?" 

You shake your head. Your legs are still shaking but other than that, the pain has subsided. 

"Good girl," he whispers and pets your hair with his large hand. 

"Don't leave?" The question comes after a moment of silence and Sergei doesn't answer immediately. Your stomach sinks but you press yourself closer to him as the reality sinks in. He can't stay forever. His lifestyle, now your lifestyle, doesn't allow him that freedom. 

"I can't," Sergei says, his voice stern. You look up at him and watch him stare blankly into the darkness of the room. The light from the windows only illuminate his profile. "But I'll stay for now," he finishes after another moment of pause. He turns to look at you, his blue eyes sharp. "And I promise I won't leave for long. I'll come back to you." 

Your husband says it with such conviction that you know he truly means it. You let out a breath, wrapping your arm around his chest. "I'll miss you," you whisper, unsure if he'll say it back. 

"Hm. So will I," Sergei assures you and you smile, your eyes fluttering shut from exhaustion. "How could I not miss you, Моя любовь" 

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow on the foliage above, you felt an eerie presence nearby. Glancing over your shoulder, you caught a flicker of movement among the trees. It was Sergei, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. 

You'd found him in this very forest when he had first left home, and now, years later, he remained a silent guardian. 

Sergei stood amidst the shadows of the forest, his form blending seamlessly with the surrounding foliage. His gaze lingered on you, studying your every detail. The familiar scent of the forest and your presence filled his senses, stirring a mix of nostalgia and concern within him.

"You've been here a while," he observed, his voice a low rumble. "Looking for something?"

"Just watching," you murmur, standing as he approaches your side. you brush your hands over your jeans, grinning as you look up at him. 

Sergei, towering above you, stands close enough that you can almost feel the heat radiating from his body. His eyes study your every movement, taking in the way your hands brush over your jeans. A faint smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth.

"Watching, eh?" he remarks, his voice a low rumble that seems to resonate through the forest around you. "Find anything interesting?"

"Not particularly, well at least not before you showed up," you observe his strong features in the sunlight, hands aching to touch him.

Sergei's smirk widens as he notices the way your eyes roam over his features, taking in the play of sunlight on his chiseled face. He can feel the subtle tension rising between you, a familiar pull that has always been there.

"Is that right?" he responds in a low, amused tone. "So, I'm more interesting than the scenery then?"

"But of course," you glance around, "the forest doesn't exactly talk back, does it?" 

Sergei's lips quirk into a crooked smile as he considers your retort. His eyes follow the movement of your gaze, taking in the peaceful surroundings.

"True, the forest is a silent spectator." he muses, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "But I happen to be a little more engaging than a few trees and squirrels."

Then, his tone shifts slightly, a touch more commanding yet laced with an underlying softness. "You should join me for dinner. It's late, and I doubt you've eaten anything substantial."

"What's on the menu?" you grin, linking your arm with his as he begins to guide you to his home.

As you link your arm with his, Sergei lets out a chuckle at your question. It was never a struggle to get you to come along when food was involved.

"Nothing fancy, just a simple meal," he replies, his hand instinctively resting on top of yours as he guides you through the trail he and his family had made years before. "Some stew from a rabbit I caught earlier, fresh bread, and maybe a few berries if I can find any."

"Sounds perfect, Sergei." you lean your head against his shoulder, enjoying the heat that's radiating off of him. 

As your head rests on his shoulder, Sergei glances down at you, a warm smile playing on his lips. The familiarity of your touch and the way you lean into him stirs emotions within him. He'd always been protective of you, seeing you as someone he needed to keep safe.

He continues to guide you along the path, the sound of nocturnal creatures filling the night air. "You're quiet tonight," he notes, his voice gentle. "Everything alright?"

Your eyes widen as he catches on to your distracted mind, thoughts filled with the idea of being in his home and surrounded by his scent rather than making conversations. "Of course..." you murmur, "Just a little.. preoccupied." you grin up at him 

Sergei narrows his eyes slightly, a mix of concern and curiosity in his gaze. Your vague answer and the hint of a grin on your face pique his interest, making him even more curious.

"Preoccupied, hm?" he muses, a hint of humor in his voice. "With what exactly?" His arm tightens its hold on you, pulling you closer as if to physically keep you from drifting away in thought.

"That's a secret," you retort, eyes glued on the building ahead of the both of you, Sergei finally guiding you inside his home. 

Sergei's smirk only widens at your response, your words fueling the curiosity further. He watches the way your eyes dart towards his home, knowing exactly what you're thinking. With a slight chuckle, he leads you inside.

The interior is cozy and warm, lit by a few oil lamps that cast a soft, flickering glow over the room. The scent of woodsmoke and herbs fills the air. Sergei closes the door behind you, locking it securely.

"A secret, huh?" he muses, crossing his arms over his chest. "Now you've got me genuinely intrigued."

You take a seat on the couch, relaxing into the plush fabric. "I'll tell you after dinner, I'm too hungry to wait." you pull a blanket over your body, instantly making yourself at home in the familiar environment. 

Sergei watches as you settle into the couch, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. Your ability to make yourself at home in his space doesn't go unnoticed, and he finds it almost endearing.

"Fair enough," he smirks, moving towards the small kitchenette area. "Dinner won't take too long. I promise I'll have you spilling your secrets soon enough." He grabs a few items from his cupboards and sets to work on preparing the meal.

"Take your time pretty boy," you murmur, eyes glued to his back as he moves around the kitchen.

Sergei's shoulders visibly tense for a moment as your voice drifts over to him, a hint of a grin tugging at his lips. Your playful nickname causes a familiar heat to rise up within him, and he can feel your gaze on his back.

Without turning around, he responds in a low, teasing tone, "Careful, I might get used to the praise."

"Youre right, I cant inflate your ego too much." you giggle softly. He finally finishes the meal, bringing you a bowl of the stew.

Sergei carries the bowl of warm stew back to the living area, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips as he sets it down in front of you. He doesn't miss the way your eyes light up at the sight and smell of the food, and it only adds to his amusement.

"Here," he says, placing the bowl gently in your hands. "Be careful, it's still hot."

Once you have the bowl securely in your grasp, Sergei takes a step back, arms crossed as he leans against the wall. He watches you closely, his gaze taking in every movement, as you bring the spoon to your lips and take a tentative taste of the stew.

"It's perfect Sergei, amazing." you hum in satisfaction, your eyes meeting his while you enjoy the meal he prepared.

Sergei's smirk blossoms into a satisfied smile as he watches you relish the meal. Hearing your genuine praise and seeing the contentment on your face brings a sense of satisfaction to him. 

"Glad you like it," he replies, leaning back a bit as he observes you. His smirk morphs into a wry grin, and he adds, "I promise I didn't poison it."

"Well of course not, you can't go poisoning your only friend." the two of you sit in comfortable silence as you finish your meals. Once you place the empty bowl on the coffee table you feel the intense stare boring into the side of your head, Sergei watching your every move.

As you set your empty bowl aside, you can feel Sergei's intense gaze on you. His eyes meticulously watch you, cataloging every movement, every flicker of emotion that passes across your face. Being the center of his unblinking attention is a sensation that never fails to awaken the butterflies in your stomach.

After a moment, he breaks the silence. His voice is low, with a hint of huskiness in his tone. "So... about that little secret you've been holding onto..."

"Well, I was thinking.. about asking you if I could stay here for the night." you turn to him, expression pleading. "Look I know it's a little inconvenient-" he interrupts you.

Before you can finish your statement, Sergei cuts you off. You sense a hint of surprise mixed with something else in his expression, but it's quickly concealed behind his usual smirk.

He crosses his arms over his chest, a slightly challenging look in his eyes. "Let me get this straight," he says, his voice taking on a dry edge. "You want to... crash here for the night, no explanation?"

"Well I was going to explain but you interrupted.." you murmur, voice soft as your gaze falls to your hands. "It's just I really like spending time with you.." 

Sergei's expression softens as he hears the note of disappointment in your voice. The hint of challenge in his eyes fades, replaced by a touch of guilt. He doesn't respond immediately, his gaze fixed on your lowered hands.

After a moment, he sighs heavily, his voice holding a hint of resignation. "So, that's your big secret then? You just want more time with me?"

"Yes.." you whisper, silently cursing yourself for ever bringing it up. You always knew that your affections were one sided yet the confirmation of it hurts more than you were anticipating. 

Sergei's eyes are unreadable as he absorbs your words, his expression neutral. A moment of silence follows, the only sound in the room the soft crackle of the fireplace. His gaze is fixed on you, studying your expression and the subtle change in your demeanor.

When he speaks, his voice is softer than usual, a hint of sympathy lacing his words. "Is that the only reason? You just... want to be around me more?"

"I like your company, you're comfortable, *familiar*." you carefully gaze up at him with puppy dog eyes. 

A muscle in Sergei's jaw clenches as he looks down at you, your big, pleading eyes meeting his. The sight stirs something within him, but he's not entirely sure what it is. 

After a moment, he lets out a heavy sigh, his expression a mix of resignation and something else. "Fine," he mutters, looking away. "You can stay here whenever. But only on one condition."

"Anything you want." you smile, moving closer to him, your eyes filled with excitement. 

Sergei notices the way you shift closer to him, the gleam of excitement in your eyes making it obvious how much you want to be close to him. He lets out a huff, pretending to be nonchalant.

"Anything, huh?" he muses, his voice a low rumble. "Careful, you're giving me free reign to make all sorts of demands now."

"You're free to make any demands, it is your house after all." you bring your hands to his knees, fingers gently digging into his clothed skin. "But what is your condition?"

As you place your hands on his knees and dig your fingers into his skin, Sergei can feel a slight shiver run down his spine. The mixture of surprise and a sudden flare of heat takes him momentarily off guard, and he has to force himself to focus on the conversation. 

He takes a moment to reply, eyes flickering down to your fingers before fixing on your face again. "My condition..."

He pauses, swallowing back a sharp reply and instead opting for a straightforward request. "You're not sleeping on the couch."

"Then where will I sleep?" your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you move closer.

Your closeness causes Sergei's breath to hitch ever so slightly, his eyes roaming over your face as you approach. He takes a deep breath, attempting to steady himself. 

"You can take my bed," he says bluntly, his gaze not wavering from yours. "I'll sleep on the couch."

"No," you begin to protest, "can we share the bed? I don't want to steal it from you..."

Sergei blinks, clearly not expecting your response. The idea of sharing his bed with you had never occurred to him before, but now that you've suggested it, he can't deny the spark of heat it ignites within him.

He clears his throat, trying to maintain his cool composure. "You... want to share the bed?" he repeats, his voice a touch huskier than usual.

"Yes.." you grin sweetly, "I'd love to." Sergei can feel the heat rising in his cheeks as you grin sweetly up at him, your eagerness obvious. The thought of sharing his bed with you - of having you that close to him for an entire night - is suddenly far more appealing than he wants to admit. 

He swallows, trying to regain some sense of control. "Very well," he manages, his voice rough. "You can share the bed with me, then."

"Shall we head to bed then? It is getting a bit late.." you yawn quietly. 

With your yawn catching his attention, Sergei glances at the nearby clock. It was indeed getting late. The thought of sharing a bed with you is still on his mind, but he has to admit, he's also feeling rather tired.

"Right." he agrees huskily. He stands from the couch, offering you a hand to help you up. "Let's get some sleep then."

"Lead the way, handsome." you follow close behind as he guides you into his bedroom.

As you follow behind him, your light footsteps echoing quietly against the wooden floorboards, Sergei leads you into his simple yet cozy bedroom. The space is just big enough for a queen-size bed and a small dresser, but it's kept tidy and neat.

He steps aside to allow you to enter first, gesturing towards the bed. "Make yourself comfortable," he murmurs, his eyes on you the entire time.

"Thank you, Sergei." you silently creep into the room, taking a seat on the edge of the bed before sliding out of your pants, folding and placing them on the nightstand. You're blissfully unaware of his tense gaze, watching as you pull your bra off from under your shirt, placing it off to the side. 

Sergei stands in the doorway, watching every one of your movements with unblinking intensity. His eyes seem to follow your every gesture like a hawk tracking its prey. Your casual actions - stripping off your pants and then your bra - are like a slow, torturous reveal to him. 

His jaw clenches, fingers clenching and unclenching at his sides as he struggles to maintain his composure. He cannot deny the effect your presence in his space - in his *bed* \- is having on him.

With a final small stretch you slip beneath the covers, eyes wandering to look at him in the doorway. "Are you coming in?" you murmur, not wanting to steal his space from him.

Sergei's eyes remain glued to you as you slip beneath the covers, a mixture of desire and restraint clearly visible in his gaze. At your question, he snaps out of his trance, realizing he's just been standing there staring. 

He clears his throat slightly, steeling himself before slowly approaching the bed and pulling back the covers on the other side. "Yeah. I'm coming in." 

He slides into the bed beside you, trying to maintain a distance but finding himself drawn to your warmth.

"Good night Sergei.." you whisper in the silent and dark room, eyes fluttering shut as you cuddle into the sheets. The sound of your soft voice whispering goodnight only serves to heighten his senses, the intimacy of the situation making it difficult for him to even breathe. 

"Good night," he mutters in response, his eyes lingering on your form for a moment longer before he turns his gaze to the ceiling. It's going to be a long night.

As the minutes tick by, Sergei finds himself unable to sleep. Your body is a mere arm's length away from him, causing the most primal part of his brain to struggle against the temptation to pull you flush against him. 

He tries to think of anything else - anything that could distract him from the overwhelming desire surging through him. Yet, no matter what he tries, his mind drifts back to you, lying so close but still just out of reach...

You shift in your sleep, soft incoherent murmurs slipping from your parted lips as you move closer to him, craving the heat of his body, the feel of his skin against yours. 

As you shift closer to him, unconsciously seeking his warmth in your sleep, it takes every ounce of Sergei's willpower not to react. He feels the heat of your body as you press up against him, your murmurs sounding like a soft siren's song to his lust-fogged brain. 

He grits his teeth, his muscles coiled tight as he struggles to resist the urge to pull you even closer. "Fuck..." he mutters under his breath, his heartbeat increasing with every inch that separates your bodies.

Your bare leg wraps around his thigh as you pull yourself flush against him, your cheek pressing into his chest. You stir slightly, eyes fluttering open and blinking slowly. 

You place your hand on his chest, fingers brushing over his abs as you turn your head to look at him. Your lips curve into a gentle smile as you make eye contact with him, "Is everything alright?" 

As you stir and awaken, the innocent brush of your fingers against his chest sets his nerve endings ablaze. His skin tingles wherever you touch, the feel of your bare leg wrapped around his sending a jolt of heat through him. 

He meets your gaze, his own eyes dark with poorly concealed desire. "It's... fine," he manages to rasp out, trying to ignore the way his body is reacting to your touch. "Just... can't sleep, that's all."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" your eyes lock with his, full of sleepy affection.

Your sleepy gaze, full of warmth and affection, only makes Sergei's self-control slip further. He swallows roughly, his hand itching to reach out and touch you, to pull you even closer to him. 

"I... I don't... know..." he whispers hoarsely. His gaze drifts down to your parted lips, the temptation to lean in and claim them nearly overpowering. "You're making this very... *difficult* for me, you know." Your eyes widen as you realize his implication, your body tensing slightly. 

Sergei can feel the tension in your body as you realize the meaning behind his words. He curses himself silently, hating the way your slight recoil makes him feel. 

He loosens his grip on your hip, shifting to create a small gap between your bodies, his voice dropping to a more soothing tone. "I didn't mean to startle you. It's just... your presence here, in my bed... it's stirring up some unexpected... *desires*."

"Do you.. desire me?" your voice is a breathless whisper as you scan his features, your heart pounding rapidly inside you.

Your quiet question hangs in the air, and Sergei finds himself hesitating for a moment, the weight of his answer almost too much to bear. His gaze fixates on you, unflinching, as his fingers tighten ever so slightly on your hip. 

"Yes," he finally responds, his voice a rough, low rumble. "I do. More than you could possibly understand."

You take a shakey deep breath, gathering the confidence to make a move on this gentle giant. You slide the blankets off of your bodies, moving to straddle his hips, your eyes full of desire as you gaze down at him. 

Sergei's eyes widen slightly as you remove the blankets and boldly straddle his hips, your unexpected move taking him off guard. The sight of you looming over him, your eyes full of desire, sends a sharp thrill of heat through his body and straight to his core. 

His hands fly to your hips, gripping them with a possessive force. "What are you doing...?" he whispers hoarsely, his voice thick with restrained desire.

"Sergei.. I want you." you press your palms to his chest, slowly beginning to rock your hips against his. 

As you begin to rock your hips against his, Sergei feels a growl rumble in his chest, his fingers digging further into the flesh of your hips. The pressure builds between your bodies, the friction of your movements driving him wild. 

He grabs your wrists, pinning them down on his chest as he looks up at you, his eyes full of a primal need. "You have no idea what you're doing to me," he hisses, his voice barely recognizable.

You continue to grind against him, soft unintelligible noises falling from your lips as you get lost in the feeling of his hardness pressed into your cunt.

With each movement of your hips, Sergei's control unravels further. The feel of your body, grinding against his hardness, sends a surge of raw need through him. He groans loudly, his grasp on your wrists tightening as he fights to maintain some semblance of restraint. 

"Fuck... You... You're going to drive me insane," he mutters, his voice rough and hoarse. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me right now?"

Sergei's eyes flare with a wild, almost desperate hunger as he watches you, his restrained power a stark contrast to your unbridled passion. He releases your wrists, allowing his hands to glide up your arms, feeling the softness of your skin against his calloused fingers. "If we do this..." he warns, his voice strained with need. "There's no going back." His words hang in the air, a silent question and a promise wrapped in one.

"I know..  know but I need you, Sergei please." you whine, lost in the intoxication of his body against yours. 

Sergei's eyes darken further, the raw desire in them unmistakable. He takes a deep, shuddering breath, and for a moment, it seems like he's fighting an internal battle. Then, with a low growl, he surrenders to the need, his hands sliding up to cradle your face. 

He leans in, capturing your lips in a fierce, possessive kiss that steals your breath away, his tongue demanding entry as your bodies become one in a tangle of heat and passion. The bed beneath you creaks as he rolls you over, his strong arms holding you firmly in place as his hips surge up to meet yours. 

Breaking the kiss, Sergei's eyes never leaving yours, he reaches down to tug at the hem of his shirt. With a swift motion, he pulls it over his head, revealing the defined planes of his chest and abs, his skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. 

His gaze is intense as he watches you, his movements deliberate as he undoes the button of his pants and slides them down, his erection springing free. Without breaking eye contact, his hands move to your waist, gripping the fabric of your shirt and lifting it up over your head. 

His thumbs hook into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down just enough to expose your bare skin to the cool night air. The anticipation is palpable, his eyes never leaving yours as he hooks his fingers into the waistband and tugs them down further, exposing your wet, eager cunt. 

He groans low in his throat, the sight of your nakedness driving him closer to the edge. With one swift move, he rids himself of his own underwear, his cock bobbing heavily with desire. His hand moves between your legs, his fingers sliding through your slickness before he lines himself up, his tip brushing against your entrance. 

"Ready?" he asks, his voice a harsh whisper, his eyes burning with need. At your nod, he pushes into you with a slow, agonizingly sweet motion, filling you completely as he buries himself to the hilt.

You nod, unable to find words as his cock slides into you with an agonizing slowness that makes you quiver with anticipation. Your eyes never leave his as he continues to fill you completely, stretching and claiming every inch of your body with a passionate dominance that sends shivers down your spine. 

His grip on your hips tightens as he starts to move, his powerful strokes setting a rhythm that echoes through the quiet night. Each thrust is punctuated by a guttural groan, his eyes never leaving yours as you both get lost in the moment. 

The room is filled with the scent of sex and sweat, mingling with the faint aroma of the stew from dinner. The warmth of his body is a stark contrast to the coolness of the sheets, creating a delicious friction that sends sparks of pleasure dancing across your skin. 

As he moves within you, Sergei's eyes burn with an intensity that you've never seen before, and you can't help but feel a sense of belonging, a feeling that you are exactly where you're meant to be. His every touch, every kiss feels like coming home, and for the first time in a long time, you feel truly alive and desired.

With each powerful thrust, Sergei's control frays further, his movements becoming more urgent, more primal. His hands grip your hips, guiding your body to meet his with a perfect rhythm that sends waves of pleasure crashing through you. 

You moan his name, your nails digging into his back as your body arches off the bed, begging for more. The room is a symphony of your muffled cries and his feral grunts, the sound of flesh slapping together in an intimate dance. Your eyes are locked in a silent conversation of passion, the fire in his gaze igniting a fierce need within you. 

You can feel yourself inching closer to the edge, your muscles tightening around him as the pressure builds. "Sergei, I'm... I'm going to cum," you gasp out, your body trembling. 

He responds with a low growl, his strokes becoming faster, deeper, pushing you over the precipice until you shatter in his arms, your climax ripping through you like lightning in a summer storm. He follows close behind, his own release a powerful wave that crashes over both of you, leaving you breathless and spent, your bodies tangled together in a mess of limbs and sheets.

He falls to the bed next to you, satisfaction filling his body as you cuddle into his warmth. As you both lay there, the night's passion still lingering in the air, Sergei's thoughts whirl with conflicting emotions. 

He can feel your gentle breath against his chest, the weight of your body against his own, and a sudden realization hits him like a punch in the gut. He can no longer deny the depth of what he feels for you. 

The way he had just made love to you - as passionately, hungrily, almost desperately as he had - betrayed his true feelings. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer as he tries to make sense of his thoughts.

"Sergei," you breathe out his name, your eyes fluttering shut as you cuddle into him. 

As you breathe out his name, Sergei's arms tighten around you instinctively. He feels a sudden wave of protectiveness wash over him, a fierce need to keep you safe and loved. 

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Yes, my darling?" he mutters into the darkness, his voice thick with an emotion he doesn't dare name.

"That.. that was good," you murmur sleepily, body slowly relaxing.

A small smile tugs at the corners of Sergei's lips as he listens to your sleepy murmur. He can hear the contented exhaustion in your voice, the way your body is melting into his embrace. "Good, huh?" he replies, his tone soft and faintly teasing. "Just good?"

"Perfect." you correct yourself, causing a satisfied and cocky smirk to rest on his lips. 

A cocky smirk forms on Sergei's lips as you correct yourself, his ego swelling at your praise. "Perfect, hm?" he repeats, his voice laced with self-satisfaction. 

He had kind eyes and a disarming smile and honestly in any other situation you might have given him a shot but this whole situation has you feeling hurt and betrayed.

More specifically you’re hurt and angry at Lee.

All he had to do was stay behind and go to the budget meeting; a few days, that was it. But no, he had to insult General Puckett’s generosity.

And now everyone was being punished.

You couldn’t be too mad at Lee, you know he was just trying to fulfill his job of protecting Keiko and protecting Monarch but it was only going to be a few days.

Lee’s stubbornness and ignorance is why it took you both so long to garner a decent friendship. Your first meeting hadn’t exactly gone well.

You and Billy stumbling out of the jungle, smelling of stale sweat and looking worse for wear immediately put Lee into defence mode, which fair.

But it was his tone, the way he called you and Billy jungle hermits and treated you like a threat. Billy was solidly built but after his involvement in the war the only fights he had been in was with the shitty coffee maker so it’s not like he was giving off a dangerous aura.

You technically didn’t make it better, coping an attitude to match Lee's, answering his questions with sarcastic remarks and sass until he eventually decided he had had it with the three of you and had left in a huff taking the only mode of transport with him.

Good riddance you had thought at the time. That was until Billy was trapped under a metal shelf and you were being attacked by a gigantic evil horned bird… bat?

It took months before your insults lost their cruel sting and he stopped mocking you whilst rolling his eyes. Your banter becoming more playful and friendly.

It took about a year before it turned into something more flirty, something heated that kept you up at night in confusion.

And had it not been for the way Lee would act around Keiko it probably wouldn’t have taken so long for you to allow yourself to admit you liked him… you liked him a lot.

Honestly their friendship confused you, and you’re positive for a long time it wasn’t just platonic flirting, there was some chemistry there. You had spent a lot of late nights grinding over maps and the locals stories in hopes of distracting yourself from the ugly burning in your chest.

You can’t pinpoint exactly when things changed between them but eventually the chemistry fizzled out, there was no longer any heat behind the flirtations and the lingering glances stopped almost completely.

One evening when Keiko was going on about a siting of a large moth in a rainforest in the Yunnan Province you had glanced at Lee, expecting him to be fully engrossed in what she was saying; hearts eyes, small smile, leaning forward in his chair, the works, but instead his focus was on you.

When you caught him staring he didn’t look away, he gave you a soft smile that made your heart swell in your chest and heat rise to your cheeks. It was you who had to turn away first.

Since then he’s turned his more heavy flirtations to you. The intensity caught you off guard and at first it took you a while to accept what was happening but after you saw Keiko and Billy share a secret kiss behind a dusty shelf things started to make more sense.

“She blew you off, huh,” you bit back a smile when Lee startled in his chair, not aware when you had entered the room.

“Wh-What… who… what?” He looked at you wide eyes, clearly confused and misunderstanding your question completely.

“Keiko,” you state, not looking up from the file you were reading, “I noticed you haven’t been fawning over her lately, and I just saw her and Billy swapping spit.”

“Charming,” he grimaced, “I never fawned," he frowned, offended but the mere thought, "and if you must know, we, uh, we realised that whatever it was between us was.. all heat and no, uh… substance..?” He sounded unsure of the way he phrased it but he didn’t offer to try and reword it, you nodded at his explanation at that was it.

That conversation was a few months ago, and apart from some lingering touches and suggestive flirting nothing had advanced in your relationship, if you could even call it that.

But thanks to the navy’s interference all that has been put on hold as you deal with the insufferable presence of more military personnel.

“May I sit?” A soft voice draws your attention from your work and you look up to see the kind, blue eyed lieutenant.

“It’s a free country,” you shrug before mumbling, “apparently.”

If he heard you he’s kind enough not to say anything.

“What are you reading?” He tries to look around your arm at the file but he doesn’t understand a word of it.

You take a breath; already feeling a little irritated at being interrupted. It’s not this guys fault, he’s actually been really good to you so you scold yourself for your attitude and decide to play nice.

“It’s a file compiled of similar stories of a titan that has been seen for generations around Mexico,” you show him the file and he glances down and reads a bit.

“How’d you get this information?” He sounds genuinely curious.

“A lot of it is stories passed down but there has been some written in old books,” you turn the page and his eyes go wide behind his glasses as he takes in the drawn picture.

“This is what it looks like?” He looks to you in a soft amazement, not hint of mockery or disbelief.

“It’s an interpretation from the stories,” you clarify, “until we actually see it for ourself or find evidence we won’t know for sure.”

The drawing of the large winged creature reflects in his glasses as he lets out a an almost silent “wow."

“How will you find it?” He asks, fingers now lightly tracing the outline picture.

“We probably won’t,” you sigh, a tad disappointed, “but a lot of stories seem to say that it sleeps in volcanoes.”

His attention immediately snaps to you, a refreshing look of excitement sparkles in his eyes. “A volcano?!” His voice slightly carries around the mostly empty room, the volume attracting the judgemental glare of his fellow officers, but he doesn’t seem to care.

“Yep,” your voice filled with amusement. “But the problem is we don’t know how to lure them out, or if we even want to.”

You’re so used to talking about Titans with the team; who know all about them, that you forgot how fun it was to talk to someone who is a complete blank slate to what you do.

You continue to talk with the young lieutenant finding yourself getting lost in his enthusiasm as he takes in everything you tell him, completely unaware of the brooding man staring daggers in your direction.

You’re so caught up in explaining how gamma radiation ties into locating Titans that you don’t hear the heavy footsteps approaching you.

“Can I talk you for a moment?” The voice is clipped and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

“I’m busy,” you don’t even bother to look up at Lee, instead taking note of how rigid the naval officer became when Lee stepped into your private space.

“Too bad,” voice deep as he grabs your arm, “it’ll only take a second.”

You see the lieutenant go to say something but quickly stop him before this escalates.

“I’ll be back soon,” you smile as Lee drags you away.

You expect him to let you go when you leave the observation room but he continues to pull you along down the poorly lit hallway until you reach a familiar door.

“Unhand me you brute,” you try to pull your arm away but no luck.

Lee ignores you as he opens the door to Billy’s office and pushes you inside.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

You and Lee both say at the same time, your words coming out in a hard whisper, his forced out through barred teeth.

It takes more than a minute of glaring before either one of you back down, both just as stubborn as the other.

“I asked you a question,” his voice is low now, practically a growl.

“I’m not one of your subordinates, Lee, I don’t have to tell you anything,” you finally pull your arm free before crossing them against your chest.

He clenches his jaw, eyes narrowing as he starts to back you up, not stopping until you hit the wall behind you. 

“You like the attention, huh?” Even with his voice barely above a whisper it’s filled with raw emotion. “You like pretty boy listening to your stories.”

You scoff at his words, the urge to slap him slowly growing.

“So what if I did?” You square your shoulders, not backing down. “It’s refreshing to have a good looking guy show an interest.”

A cruel laugh falls from Lee’s mouth. “Cute.” He moves a little closer, his proximity forcing you to drop your hands to your side. “So what was your plan, huh, gonna take him back to your room? Let him fuck you?”

Your eyes widen comically, not expecting him to go there, you’ve never given him to impression that you’d sleep with anyone just cause they give you attention so you’re shocked when he draws that ridiculous conclusion.

That being said you can’t help the way it riles you up.

“Maybe I would,” you narrow your eyes and smirk. “I wouldn’t mind having a lieutenant that wanted to fuck me.”

Lee’s eye twitches briefly before he brings a hand up and slams your shoulder back against the wall, the action wiping away all the bravado you just had as he pins you.

“You already do.” Lee doesn’t give you time to answer before he’s slamming his lips against yours.

The kiss is rough and full of heat and unsaid emotions. You lean into it completely, bringing your hands to his chest to tangle in his shirt.

Lee slides his hand up from your shoulder, to your neck until it's cupping your face, the other one is placed heavy and warm on your hip, holding you tight like he’s afraid you leave him. Leave him and go back to the other lieutenant.

When he finally pulls away you’re both gasping for air, breaths shared between you as his rests his forehead gently against yours.

His rough lips graze against your soft ones as speaks into your mouth. “Gonna fuck you in Billy’s office, honey.”

He doesn’t wait for your reply, honestly your mind is still catching up with what’s going on you don’t have a reply, as he presses forward, lodging his thigh snug between your legs and unbuttoning your shirt.

When you grind down on the firm muscle by accident; sparks briefly shooting through your lower abdomen, it flips a switch in your mind, your hands fly to his shirt, copying his movements as you push it open. You let out a disappointed whine when notice he’s wearing a white undershirt.

“Can’t strip fully, honey,” Lee laughs at your pout, “promise you’ll see all of me tonight.”

The promise of this being more then a quick fuck has butterflies temporarily replacing the heat that has curled in your lower abdomen.

With your shirt now open Lee starts to pepper kisses from your cheek, down your neck until he reaches your chest. He grabs your hips in a tight hold and starts to coach them into a small rhythm, encouraging you to grind on his thigh.

You let out a small gasp at the new pressure on your clit and tangle your hands in Lee's hair, needing desperately to hold on to something. You swear you can feel him smile into your skin before he starts to suck harshly against the soft fat of your breast.

A whine falls from your lips; the sound slipping out before you have a chance to smother it, you're hyperaware of your surroundings but the thrill of possibly being caught has you clenching around Lee's thigh.

Once he's sure you will continue the pace against him, Lee takes his hands off your hips and reaches up to pull your bra down, letting out a soft groan as your tits spill out. He immediately sucks a nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking over the hardening nub as he begins to grind his hard cock against you.

"Lee," your voice is desperate, wrecked from only a little bit of attention. How is he doing this to you.

"Yeah, honey?" His reply is muffled and slightly amused, not taking his mouth away from your chest as he answers.

He bites down on your nipple, each graze of his teeth sending an electric jolt straight between your legs.

You tug on the roots of his hair, grunts spilling from his lips but the action spurs him on as he suckles harder. You pull his head closer to you and cradle it to your chest as you allow yourself to drown in the pleasure of his mouth on you and his thigh against your clit.

"Ne-Need you," you gasp as he lifts his thigh up higher against you. "Need you to fuck me, please Lee."

Lee stops sucking your nipple and just breaths around the nub, a rough moan falling from his lips at your desperate words. The vibrations against your chest makes you buck forward, your thigh now adding pressure against him.

"Want me to fuck you in Billy's office, sweetheart?" He pulls away from your chest, a small shiver wracks your body as the cool air hits the spit covering your red and abused bud.

You nod at his words, small whines and hot breaths escaping your lips as you continue to chase your pleasure against his thigh.

"Ah ah," he tuts, stilling your movements and making you groan in displeasure. "I need to hear your words, honey," he smirks.

Normally you'd take the annoying smug smirk as a challenge, your sarcastic competitive side coming out as you never want him to have the final word, but right now in the situation you're in you find it incredibly hot.

"Lee," you whine and pout, "don't be mean."

He let's out a chuckle as he leans in and kisses the pout away, he deepens the kiss and pushes his tongue into your mouth, he swallows your sounds of pleasure as he continues to rut his hips against you.

When he pulls away he bites your bottom lip between his teeth pulling it slightly before letting go, the action causes more slick to fill your panties as you stutter your movements against him.

"Try again, honey." He rubs his nose against yours in a teasing manner clearly enjoying the hold he has over you.

"Please, Lee," your voice is low, barely as whisper. "Please fuck me, need you inside. I can't stop thinking about it - about you."

Your words come out in a slight ramble but each one goes straight to his cock, his member throbbing and dribbling precome in his pants.

"You think about me, baby?" The teasing in his voice is now replaced with something more desperate, your words fully affecting him.

"Uh-huh," you nod, your faces are so close the action from a distance looks like you're nuzzling him. "Think about you when I'm in bed or in the shower."

He takes a deep breath to ground himself before responding. "Fuck, what else, honey," his grip on your hips is hard enough to bruise but that just spurs you on.

"W-Want you to tie me up with your suspenders," you close your eyes and continue to gyrate your hips, your climax closing in. "Want you on your knees under a desk, mouth buried between my legs during a meeting."

Lee buries his head in the crook of your neck; cursing lightly as he grazes his teeth over your pulse, his hips start to match your pace as he gets lost in your words.

"What e-else," he sounds desperate, voice strained and needy but he doesn't care. "More." He practically begs.

"Wanna wake you up by bouncing in your cock." Normally you'd find yourself too shy to engage in this sort of dirty talk but Lee's reaction is making you feel powerful. "Want you to fill me up, have you inside me all day."

"Fuck!" Lee's hand slams against the wall next to your head, his reaction paired with the pressure of him against your clit has you arching your back as your orgasm surprises you.

You cry out, not caring about the volume as your sounds bounce off the walls, you tug Lee's hair as he bites down on your neck; judging by the debauched groan and the wet patch you can now feel against your leg, Lee came with you.

Muffled curses are pressed hot against your neck as Lee's hips continue to grind against yours, the rhythm faltering and slowing down but the movement helps you to come down. Your breathing is heavy as you rest your cheek against his head, face hot and damp from sweat.

When your heart rate has slowed and you can think a little clearer you assume that the moment has ended. Lee on the other hand is not finished with you yet.

He pulls back suddenly and practically drags you over to Billy's desk, swiping away the mess of maps, files and junk food wrappers before pushing you down until you're lying back against the cold wood.

"Lee," you're confused and a little hopeful as you feel your arousal starting to build back up in your abdomen.

"Need to fuck you, honey." He unbuttons your pants and pulls them down, maneuvering you until one leg is completely free of the fabric. He wastes no time showing his own pants down just enough for his cock to spring free. "Can't sat those things to me and expect me not to fuck you."

You let out a high pitched whine as you watch his now half hard member slap against his lower stomach.

He strokes himself a few times; you watch in amazement as it grows harder in his fist, mouth filling with saliva as precome starts to bead at the head.

He lowers himself over you, a hand coming to rest beside your head to hold himself up so he doesn't crush you as slots himself between your thighs as starts to rub the tip of his cock against your clit.

A sudden whimper falls from your lips as you buck up at the sensation, clit slightly sensitive from the previous activity.

"Gonna fuck you now, okay?" He rests his forehead against yours as he drags his cock through your folds, groaning at how wet you are. "That all for me?"

"Y-Yes, Lee, fuck," you nod as you slowly start to hump against him. "Please."

He leans down and slots his mouth against yours as he pushes forward, sheathing himself inside you in one swift movement.

He swallows your cry of pleasure and pain, his cock is so thick that there's a slight burn as he fills you completely.

"It's okay, honey." He kisses the corner of your mouth as you let out a soft whimper. "Just take a minute, you're so tight."

You were fully expecting the smug smirk to return, you know he's more then thrilled with how big he feels inside you, but instead there's a warm comforting smile on his face as he gathers some of your slick; that’s made a mess of your cunt, and brings it up to your clit, gently rubbing against the sensitive nub.

Your head falls back against the wood of the desk as your eyes close, moans falling from your lips as Lee continues to massage your clit, drawing patterns against it, grazing a finger nail over it before pinching the swollen bundle.

You gasp out in slight pain; mostly pleasure, as the new sensation coils in your stomach, awakening something inside you but before you can think more about it Lee pulls back slowly before thrusting back in.

"Fu-Fuck!" You stutter out as he starts a harsh pace, his patience completely gone as he fucks deep into you.

"You're so warm, honey." He rests his face against your chest, breathing heavy into the skin as he lowers himself, his hand no longer holding himself up comes to curl around your head. "So wet 'n so tight."

The rough pace of your movements rattle the desk, the wood starting to lightly knock against the wall but neither of you really seem to care that much.

Lee sucks your nipple into his mouth, choosing this time to pay attention to the neglected bud, giving it the same treatment as the other one; flicking and grazing his teeth against it, hollowing his mouth and suctioning his lips until he's sure it's left a mark.

You bring a hand to his shoulder, needing something to hold on to as he continues to bury his cock to the hilt, fingers still toying with your clit and mouth abusing your chest. Your other hand tangles in his hair, your fingers lightly tugging and massaging the scalp.

It doesn't take long before the need to come over takes your senses, the heat coiled in your stomach threatening to burst.

"W-Wanna come, Lee." You sob into the open room, pulling his hair to grab his attention. "Please, need it."

Lee pulls off your nipple with a small 'pop', looking down you let out a moan at the spit gathered around his mouth. So messy.

"You don't need my permission this time, honey." His voice is deep as it vibrates through your chest. "Come for me."

This time. The words send a thrill down your body as you buck up into his thrust.

You swear when he bottoms out you can feel him in your stomach, the pressure becomes too much as you tighten your grip on him, no doubt bruising his shoulder as you dig in your fingers. Lee grunts against your chest clearly enjoying the rough treatment.

With a flick of his thumb against your clit you arch your back as you cry out into the empty room, pleasure drowning out any common sense you once possessed.

Lee continues to fuck into your cunt, your walls clenching around him and pushing him towards his release. With a few more pumps of his cock he's moaning out your name as he spills his warm seed inside you, painting your walls and officially marking you as his.

He continues to thrust against you, the movements helping you both come down from your highs. Hot breaths fills the room as you pant against one and other, your hands brushing through his sweaty hair as he rests on your chest. His weight adding a soft sense of security.

You're not sure how long you lay there allowing yourself to calm down, but by the time Lee sits up with a grunt your body has started to shiver from the cold air on your damp skin.

Lee is soft when he pulls out of you with a groan, you gasp at how empty you feel; body getting used to the thickness of his cock.

Lee tucks himself away before leaning down and kissing your stomach, the soft action causing a smile to cover your face as butterflies erupt in your tummy. He fixes your bra, not before rubbing his thumb teasingly over your nipples; not even bothering to hide his cheeky grin. Next he helps put your pants and underwear back on, managing to complete the task before his come starts to leak from between your folds.

He sits you up on the desk, the wood letting out a soft creak at the movement; the sound definitely wasn’t there before you started, as he buttons up your shirt.

"Thank you." Your voice is soft, a warm smile on your face as you look up into the beautiful blue eyes of Lee.

"You're welcome." He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, heat now almost gone and replaced with something softer, more adorning. Something you're not ready to put a name to just yet.

 "What the fuck?" A confused voice startles both you and Lee who instinctively places himself in front of you.

You peak around Lee's broad back and take in the shocked and annoyed expression of Billy as he takes in the mess, no doubt smelling the scent of sex that still lingers in the air.

"You didn’t lock the door?" You hiss as you slap Lee's arm, the man turning to you with that infuriating fucking smirk.

while the mutos were barely tall enough to reach your knees, they still were insanely annoying to deal with, to get rid of. both you and lee sustained some scratches from kicking and punching your way through, fending them off, until lee managed to push you into this hut and pressed himself against the door so it stayed shut until you barricaded yourselves in.

you have a few smaller scratches below your neck, by your collarbone, from when one of the mini-titans tried to latch onto your face and you luckily managed to divert its route before lee shot it off of you. he got left him with some scratches on his forearm, because even if small, they sure packed a punch.

so as soon as the crowd outside had dispersed, bored of fruitlessly scraping against the walls, and lee found a half empty bottle of liquor, he urges you to sit down so he can clean off the blood and use the alcohol to disinfect your wounds.

"why do they always get the fun part while we get stuck with cleaning up their bullshit," he mutters, and you laugh softly in reply.

"is it really that bad to get away from their constant cuddling and stay with me for a night?" lee glares at you, rolls his eyes, mumbles his answer when you just fix him with a playful grin.

"you know i like spending time with you."

you fall into relaxed, comfortable silence while lee concentrates on your chest, cleaning off the blood with gentle wipes of the rag he found and cautiously revealing the scratches the muto's claws had left in your skin. you're already glad enough that he let you clean his wounds first, considering he's usually way too stubborn to even show that he's injured, and the broken but dried bruise on his arms pulls slightly when he adjusts your top to reach the cuts better.

because you're looking up at the ceiling, head leaning back against the wall so lee has enough room to work and knees pushed together since his thighs bracket yours in order to be close, you don't see how much he struggles to stay composed. how much he fights to keep his eyes off your bared throat, the skin so pretty and smooth and just begging to be marked. bitten.

his breath comes out in a small shudder, and you hum, fix him even at the angle of your gaze, all droopy and tired eyes.

"need a break?" you tease even as you wince at a harsher dab of the fabric, and lee sighs. he can't give in, can't follow the desires that had built in his body and heart over the time of you working together and are all but ready to burst out.

"almost done," he huffs instead, busying himself with the small droplets of blood he missed so he doesn't pay attention to how he's basically straddling you. to how warm your body feels right in front of him. to how low cut your tank top is, even if he's wearing basically the same one.

"aww, wanna get away from me this quickly?"

lee's eyes snap up to yours, mischievous and matching the grin on your lips, and he breaks, comes close, almost nose to nose.

"don't fucking tease me like this, or-"

"or what?" you chuckle as if the sight of his stormy, dark eyes doesn't send jolts through your entire body, right to your core until it throbs. you're quiet, he's quiet, his chest heaving as he musters you for any sense of reluctance. but you simply grin, take a step closer until your breath mixes with his.

"or what."

lee's restraint finally breaks, when he pulls you into a kiss that's desperate right from the start, needy and deep and all teeth. his tongue bullies its way into your mouth when you gasp, and your hands land on his soft stomach as you gladly reciprocate his kiss.

your top is gone quickly, pulled over your head with clumsy movements, and his follows suit once he pushes his suspenders down his shoulders. lee nudges you down onto the bed, still kissing you, only adjusting so he's properly straddling you on the creaky mattress, your legs around his middle after being pushed apart by his thick waist.

the second you bare your throat for him again, he moves to your jaw, your neck, teeth grazing over your pulse and making your back arch into his chest. he has you caged in beneath him, the tip of his nose nudging your head to the side so he can pull the skin of your throat between his lips and mark you as his, as he has wanted to for far too long. and even if you wanted this to be only one night, he's going to make damn sure that it'll be just as unforgettable for you as it is for him.

with one hand in your hair, he keeps your head still so he can nibble at your neck, move lower to where the scratches are so he can place a peck to the injuries and mark the skin right next to them with his teeth as well.

your hands are insatiable, running from his side, over his chest, landing up on his shoulder before tangling in his hair, tugging until he groans raspily at the delicious sting. his dogtags clink softly against your chest when lee leans in even more, nudges a broad thigh against your already fluttering core when he subconsciously grinds his hips down into yours.

you curse lowly, push him back so you can get air back into your system, and for a split second he's worried if he went too far, made the wrong call-

but your pupils are blown out, eyes dark and hungry, and you arch up so you can snap open your bra and pull it off your body. lee sits back on his haunches and helps you tug your pants off, dragging your panties right alongside them when you lift your hips to aid him. his pants are next, belt unbuckled hurriedly and briefs bunched down just enough for him to line up with your cunt. lee halts, huffs out a sigh.

"need to prep you, baby-"

"don't care," you interrupt him urgently, hook a leg behind his back, push him closer until the tip of his already flushed dick presses right against your entrance. it sinks in ever so slightly with a shared moan from both of you. with a few shallow thrusts, lee bottoms out, and the tightness of your pulsing walls around him punches the air out of his lungs.

you don't give either of you much time to adjust when you whine, buck your hips up, and lee shudders above you, trying desperately to keep enough restraint to not involuntarily hurt you. but you grab for him, beg him to fuck you, that you'll take whatever he wants to give you, and he groans. at a shaky first thrust, you moan, uncaring about the stretch still sure to make you feel sore come morning. your throat is bared once more, like an invitation to mark you up properly and not just with the faint hickeys he already left, and at realising that you're alright, he surges forward.

the pace he starts up is frantic from the start, too desperate to take things slow, especially when you meet his every grind and don't care when the zipper of his pants catches on your inner thigh, makes you yelp quietly into his mouth when he kisses you again.

he's all but rutting into you like an animal in heat, desperate and messy and frenzied when your heat engulfs him oh so perfectly.

"fuck, been wanting this for so long," he pants out into your mouth, lips parted and brushing against yours when neither of you can properly hold a kiss anymore.

"could've had me much sooner," you moan back, voice breaking when he changes the angle of his hips and the tip of his cock drags over your g-spot, and lee lets out a breathless, almost delirious laugh.

"right there?"

you nod quickly, fingers digging into his bare shoulders, and he already plans to wear only his tank top when you reunite with billy and keiko again - simply so he can show off the red crescents your nails are sure to leave. a hiss leaves him at the pain, and he drops his head to mouth at your neck once more, accidentally biting down a little too harshly when you clench around his dick and lock your ankles behind his lower back. it keeps him deep inside of you, no matter the fact that if he could have his way, he'd never pull out again, even if it restricts his movements.

neither of you care, too lost in the pleasure, and he adjusts his angle just enough to make your back arch almost painfully into his front until your chest meets his, the chain of his dogtags pulling taut between you at the pressure.

"close-" he warns you, and you whine softly when his hands rake through your hair, cage you in, pull your head back until he can pant into the bend of your throat.

"cum in me, lee, please!" you beg so pretty, so needy, that he can't help but falter in his pace. your words alone are enough to make the coil in him snap, almost violently and entirely too overwhelming.

lee comes undone with a rough groan of your name, and the feeling of his spend filling you up through frenzied thrusts, enough to push some of it back out and make your inner thighs glisten and stick to his, makes you follow suit. a weak "lee-" gets lost against the ceiling when his fingers tighten their grasp in your hair.

"fuck, fuck-" his forehead meets your collarbone, damp with sweat as even now he pushes through, rides out your high to make sure you feel as incredible as your body made him feel - no matter if it pushes him into a harsh overstimulation, has his thighs tremble in effort. your hands, once on his chest, run up into his short locks to pull him up and into a kiss that conveys every single emotion you're feeling - lust, hunger, devotion. adoration. love. it's as much of a confession of feelings as you can muster right now, breath- and boneless underneath the man you'd been pining over for the past few months.

a low chuckle hits your ears when you properly come down from your climax, get the feeling back into your body, and you meet lee's warm, still dark eyes.

"go on a date? with me?" he asks softly, voice still raspy from his high as he comes down alongside you, can feel his dick soften inside your still fluttering heat. the feeling of your cum mixing with his, starting to seep out of your core, makes his heart skip a beat. you smile, blissed out, and tilt your head as best as you can with him still holding it in place.

"gladly. stay like this?"

lee grins.

"gladly."

author's note: this is totally not my way of coping about ep 3

stay safe and healthy <3

You smirked, cutting your eyes at him “You never seem to mind when you and Billy are the ones flirting your asses off with the two of us” “Because you’re ours!” you scoffed “Last time I checked her last name is Rand and my last name is not Shaw”

He raised an eyebrow, glancing at you then back at the road “Really?” you shrugged “Can’t very well compare us to a married couple there Leland” the moment you used his full name he chuckled low “Oh, you’re pissed”

You shook your head, shifting to look at him or as far as the seatbelt would allow “No, I’m not. I’m just saying it was a little ridiculous for you to be a complete and total asshole to Mark. He’s a scientist. He was helping with research!” “Was that research your tits by chance because that was the only place his eyes were focused” Lee threw back and you groaned “Fuck this, pull over” 

He pulled over on the side of the road and threw the car into park. You unsnapped the belt and turned to face him in the seat “You’re a territorial asshole who wants to keep me at arm’s length but still wants to have a caveman mentality that just because you fuck me means you own me! How the hell do I even know I’m the only woman you’re fucking!” 

You were pissed, embarrassed and not holding back. He was so damn nonchalant it made it even worse. He laid his arm across the back of the seat, adjusting himself down in the seat to get more comfortable and the action drew your damn eyes to his crotch. Leave it to him to try to use sex to get out of an argument. “If you think I’m taking any other woman to bed but you, you’re nowhere near as smart as I thought you were” 

“Fuck you Lee!” you cursed and he smirked, that infuriatingly gorgeous grin slipping onto his face. “Fuck it” you growled, moving across the front seat of the car to straddle him. The moment your lips met he pushed his tongue into your mouth, the kiss started off gentle, easy then you rolled your hips down against his and he groaned, hands slipping down to the hem of the dress you were wearing, pushing it up to the point it was bunched under your ribs so he could have access to bare skin.

Your hands moved to his shirt, making quick work of the buttons. He chuckled low “Want me like that?” he murmured with his lips still against yours. “Shut up” you growled, pushing the shirt off his broad shoulders, letting your nails tease the skin and your hips roll down into his. 

You knew you needed this, you were still pissed, he was still pissed but you needed him. You could feel him hardening under you and knew you were dripping. You slipped your hand down, cupping the bulge in his pants “Seems like you want me pretty badly too” 

He groaned low, hips rutting up into your hand. You unzipped his pants, hand slipping inside to wrap around his hard cock, his head fell back, throat jumping as he swallowed. When you lifted up to line him up with your opening he cursed low as you sank down slowly on him. His grip tightened on your side, thighs tense with the need to thrust up into your tight heat but he knew you needed a few moments to adjust to him and no matter what he would never hurt you.

You caught his lips in a hungry, desperate kiss and started to move, rolling your hips at just the right angle you could feel him tensing with every grind of your hips. You knew how to win an argument with Lee, you knew how to make him come apart underneath you just as much as he knew how to make you fall apart underneath him. “Trying to shut me up?” he managed between pants. You arched your back, your breasts pressing up closer to his face and his hands moved up to push the dress over your head so he could roll a nipple into his mouth. You let out a sharp gasp at the tug of his teeth “Seems like it’s working”

You were so close to the edge but you needed to make him cum first, he was holding on by a thread. You leaned closer, your lips on his neck, teeth grazing his pulse and said what you knew would make him fall apart “Please Lee? I need to feel you” he grunted low, body shuddering as he came, thick ropes of cum spurting up into you and you rolled your hips a few more times, your own orgasm slamming into you causing you to clench down around his cock, milking him through your aftershocks. 

The windows were fogged up, the car was hot and smelled like sex but Lee was holding you against his chest, hands smoothing down your back as he helped you back into your dress and slowly tucked himself back into his pants then found his shirt. “I love you. You’re in my bed every night. We live together. You just fucked me stupid on the side of the road. Do you really think i’d ever want another woman?” 

You slid over to the passenger seat, watching him adjust his clothes. He was looking at you like you hung the moon and your heart flipped “I know you don’t Lee. I just wish you’d stop being so jealous. I am in love with you. You’re the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. No matter what, I am yours but you are also mine” 

He reached for your hand, giving it a small squeeze “I am yours. I just get worried you may want one of those scientist that know the work better than the idiot assigned to protect you all” you smirked “I happen to love that idiot” 

He shifted the car back into drive and pulled back out onto the road. His hand stayed in yours. “So, when we get home…” you already knew what he was asking so you grinned “Oh, of course” 

Later that night you were laying across Lee’s chest, his fingers trailing over your bare back. “I love you” he breathed softly. You snuggled further into his chest “I love you too” you had nearly dozed off when he said “I think your name goes really well with Shaw by the way. We need to do something about that” you cut your eyes up at him and he grinned at you. You shook your head “That was the most you way of proposing ever” he shrugged “That a yes?” you nodded “That’s a yes” 

Lee Shaw Fanfic

You turned over on your sleeping bag to see Keiko was fast asleep next to you. She looked peaceful at least. You knew Lee had set up a good perimeter, an alert system if anyone got too close and between Keiko and Billy if any titan got too close the equipment would start screaming. Still, you were afraid if you kept tossing and turning like this you’d wake her up.

You slowly slid towards the flap of the tent and untied it. You slipped out into the cool night air and tied it back. At least it was a full moon so it was easy to see. You hadn’t expected the moment you did slip out for Lee to be sitting next to a small fire. “Can’t sleep?” he asked and you nearly fell you jumped so hard “Dammit Lee!” 

The grin that the blonde headed lieutenant gave you was damn near worth getting scared. “Sorry darlin. You were being so stealthy” you rolled your eyes and walked over to sit next to him on the log “I just didn’t want to wake Keiko. Figured I’d come and look at the stars”  he nodded, cutting his eyes up at the sky “They’re bright enough out here to see all of them”

You tried to act as if you weren’t looking closer at Lee than any damn star. The man was gorgeous. Tall, blonde, blue eyed and more importantly he was a good man. He protected people that needed it, he believed in good. He fought for what he thought was right. Even if your friendship had gotten off to a shaky start because you’d been wandering the jungle with Billy and happened to stumble upon him and Kieko. He rightfully hadn’t trusted either of you at first but if he hadn’t come back that day? You didn’t want to think about what could have happened.

“Or you could stare at me instead, I don’t mind” he spoke low, eyes never leaving the sky but now that you knew he was very aware of you looking so closely you could feel your face warm. You dropped your gaze “Sorry, I didn’t..I’m gonna go for a walk” you stood up but didn’t make it a single foot before he was grabbing your hand “You’re not going into the jungle alone” you looked up at him and god he was so much bigger than you, yet you always felt safe with him, seen by him.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable Lee” you whispered and he nodded slowly “Who said it made me uncomfortable?” “What?” you were a bit dumbfounded. 

He grinned, turning his grip to hold your hand instead, lacing your fingers “You’re a beautiful, intelligent and capable woman.  I’m honestly flattered if you want to stare at me” “I’d like to do a lot more than stare at you but that would be inappropriate to admit to wouldn’t it?” you blurted out and his grin got even broader “That right?”

You could feel your pulse pounding through your ears when you gave him a small nod. He looked around, eyes landing on the jeep all of you had driven out. “Well it's not much privacy but it is better than out here in the open”  “Lee, what are you saying?” you wanted him to say it. “I want you, I’ve wanted you for so long” he took a step closer, free hand coming up to gently cup your chin then it slid down to wrap loosely around your neck “Let me show you?” he asked softly, lips a breath away from yours.  “Please” your voice was barely a whisper but he heard it because he crashed his lips against yours, the kiss making your knees weak. 

You slipped your arms up around his neck, pulling him down closer. He smiled into the kiss and started to walk the two of you over to the jeep. He broke away from your lips long enough to open the back door. You climbed in then he climbed in right after you, closing the door as quietly as possible then his lips were back on yours and he was pushing you down onto the seat, larger frame covering yours.

“Lee” you moaned lightly when his lips moved down to your neck, fingers working on the buttons of your shirt. He smiled against your skin “I love hearing you say my name like that but we gotta be quiet this time” This time. That meant he didn’t just want this one time. 

Your shirt and pants were quickly shed, Lee’s as well. When he settled between your thighs, one thick finger teasing at your dripping core, your back arched off the seat “Please” you whispered through gritted teeth. He added a second finger, curling them and hit that spot deep inside of you. Your orgasm hit you and the only thing that muffled your sounds was his mouth swallowing your moans.

Once your aftershocks faded he eased his fingers out of you, a sinister grin on his face “How are you feelin darlin?” you let your eyes trace down his body, landing on his hard cock, standing against his stomach, swollen tip leaking  “Feelin like I want you inside me” he groaned “Fuck that pretty little mouth being so damn dirty” he lined himself up with you and was hip deep with one hard thrust. 

Your eyes rolled back, the feeling of your body stretching around him almost too much. His lips pressed open mouthed kisses everywhere he could reach “You ok?” he asked after a moment and you nodded “You can move” he gave a tentative thrust and you whimpered. He raised an eyebrow “We gotta be quiet honey” you reached for the hand that wasn’t bracing his weight on the seat and put it on your mouth. You felt his cock throb inside of you from the action. 

His head fell over in the bend of your neck “Oh you’re trying to make sure I fall in love with you” he snapped his hips forward and this time his hand muffled your moan. He grinned down at you “If anything is too much” you glared at him and he chuckled, hips pounding you into the seat “Even quieted you’re still snapping at me. Damn”

Every thrust of Lee’s hips were deep, hitting that spot deep inside of you. When he shifted to bring your legs up higher, moved his hips just so, your orgasm slammed into you so hard that your nails tore into the flesh of his shoulders and the only reason you didn’t wake the entire jungle up was because of his hand over your mouth. He grunted low, hips never slowing, thrusts never faltering as he worked you through your orgasm and the aftershocks whispering things like “That’s my girl” “So damn beautiful shaking around my cock” “You’re mine now darlin” “Never letting you go” 

You felt his hips tense, breaths coming in sharp pants right before he muttered “Fuck, is it ok?” you knew what he meant so you nodded, eager to feel him. He groaned your name low, burying his cock as deep as he could before thick ropes of cum spilled deep inside of you, coating your walls.

He moved his hand and you sucked in a harsh breath, both of you working to get your breathing back to normal. He leaned his forehead over on your sweat soaked chest, sweat dripping from his forehead over onto your skin “I meant that you’re my girl now, as long as you want me” you rang your fingers through his blonde locks, pushing them back from his face “I’ll see how long I end up wanting you for Shaw but as of right now, the future's looking good for you” he grinned and leaned up to press a kiss to your lips. 

The next morning, you were sitting next to Lee, sipping the coffee he’d made over the fire. Keiko looked at the two of you then at Billy. He silently pulled a few bills of money from his wallet and handed them over to her. “You bet on us?” you laughed and she shrugged “Not on you as much as when you would happen” you shook your head and Lee cut his eyes at you “I won the best prize. I got you” you rolled your eyes “So damn cheesy lieutenant” and leaned over to pull him into a quick kiss.  

You stood next to Lee, leaning against the wall of the boat taking the four of you to the village of the newest monster you were looking into. Monster, titan, whatever it may be. You’d seen enough you weren’t sure what to call them. A part of you simply wanted to call them animals. Maybe they were just left over things that hadn’t been discovered and all the bombs used during the war woke them up? That didn’t matter anyways. You were currently trying to ignore the gaping wound that was the place in your chest where your heart was supposed to be.

Billy sat on the bow of the boat, Kieko leaned back against him, enjoying the warm sunlight. You wanted to let yourself smile at seeing your friends happy and could’ve had it not been for seeing the pain flash across Lee’s face.  He still loved her. Feelings like that didn’t just get turned off, even if he tried.  He had plenty of options, each one never lasted long and every time it took a piece of you.  The reason you felt some damn much empathy for Lee was because you felt the same, being in love with someone was in love with someone else. If he ever glanced away from Kei, he’d see you looking at him with just as much heartbreak in your eyes. The only difference was you’d never bothered even trying.

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You weren’t sure when you’d fallen in love with Lee Shaw. Billy pulled you into Monarch. He knew you from a while back, knew you’d had a few run-ins with things that couldn’t quite be reasoned away. That was how you ended up with him in the forest that very first meeting when Lee pulled the gun on him. He’d seemed brash, a bit too much. Over time you realized that was just his protectiveness because now he’d do the same for you and Billy if someone randomly walked up on either of you.

You’d seen from the sidelines as Lee pined for Keiko while her and Billy fell in love. You cared for all three of them so damn much that you never realized when Lee slipped past that threshold into more. One day those blue eyes made your heart skip a beat and your stomach drop with the knowledge that you were now the one pining with no hope of ever being chosen but knowing you’d never walk away from having him in your life either.

The boat docking drew your attention back to reality. Lee’s hand at your lower back made your teeth sink into your cheek to keep from making a small sound “You good sweetheart?” he asked softly, directing you towards the edge of the boat so you could step off where Billy and Keiko had already climbed off the boat. “M’fine Lee” you mumbled and slipped your hand into Billy’s waiting one. You knew past that Lee would just take your word for it. Keiko cut her eyes at you, an eyebrow raised. You smiled softly and she just shook her head, holding out your med bag. “You sure?” you nodded, hoisting your bag “I’m sure”

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You were looking at the tattoo of the man across the bar that Billy had sketched down. It did look like some sort of titan or dinosaur, maybe even some type of mythological creature. “Billy, you were a sailor. I’m surprised you don’t have a tattoo like this” Lee muttered. “He doesn't,” Keiko murmured with a smirk. 

The way Lee’s face fell made your heart crumble. You knew Kei didn’t mean to but maybe you should bring it up about kind of taking it easy on Lee’s heart a little? You completely understand the concept of loving who you love but damn let the man breathe.  What was even worse was the fact that there were only two rooms left when all of you found a place to stay so you were having to share quarters with Lee for the night, sleep next to him knowing he was hurting over another woman while he could have your heart if he only wanted it.

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You walked into the bedroom area from the small bathroom and Lee was sitting on the side of the bed. He’d only stripped his shoes and jacket off. You motioned to his clothes “You always sleep fully dressed soldier?” he chuckled “Didn’t want to make you uncomfortable” you shrugged, walking around to the other side of the bed “I’ve seen plenty of men bare Lee. You don’t have anything that’s gonna scare me” 

He nodded slowly, a crooked grin slipping onto his face “Plenty huh?” you felt your face warm “Oh hush Shaw! You know I meant nursing!” he stood up and slipped his suspenders down to tug his shirt off then pushed his pants off his hips leaving him in an undershirt and boxers. He motioned to himself “This ok?” “It’s fine”

He crawled into bed behind you, close enough you could feel the warmth from his body. You took a deep breath then spoke softly “I could talk to her, say the couple stuff makes me uncomfortable to get them to ease up a little” “Huh?” you turned over on your back, a noise of surprise leaving you from the fact that he was leaning up on one arm, staring down at you “I um. Keiko. I could say the public displays make me uneasy. Get her to ease up? Make it easier on you”

He shook his head “It’s fine, I’ve got to get past it someway. She didn’t pick me, she loves Billy” you laid there staring at him, the heartbreak written so plainly across his face and you weren’t sure what came over you because you found yourself saying “I could help you, help get your mind off it?”

He raised an eyebrow “What?” you shrugged, suddenly finding the hem of the long men’s shirt you’d taken to wearing to bed very interesting “I um…I’m single Lee. You're my friend and an attractive man. I’m always with you in the field. I could be a distraction to help. I don’t like seeing you in pain from it. You-you could use me, for the pain”

His hand covered yours, the other coming up to cup your chin to force your eyes up to his “I can’t have sex with you just to forget about them being together” you wanted him so damn bad, knew you’d never get him any other way, wanted him to not hurt so bad, wanted him to not be in constant pain over loving her and her loving someone else like you felt loving him and him loving Keiko. “I like you well enough Lee, I mean unless you don’t find me attractive?” you teased with a grin. 

His eyes darkened a bit “Come on now, you know you’re beautiful” “And yet I’m offering to be there for you any time you’re hurting and you don’t want it? Maybe I should call my ex up when we get back home” you started to turn back over, hoping false bravado would win out over the ache trying to consume you at the knowledge that apparently he didn’t even want you for sex. 

Before you could turn completely over however, you felt Lee’s hand on your arm, turning you to face him. His eyes searched your face for any hesitation “You’re sure?” “Yes” you replied and a small groan left him “Good because seeing them is killing me” you didn’t have time to register the heartache those words caused because the next instant Lee’s lips were on yours. 

You shifted a little more to get flat on your back as he crawled over you, straddling your waist. His hands worked at the shirt you wore while your hands shoved his undershirt up and over his broad shoulders. The kiss broke just long enough to get the offending pieces of clothes out of the way then you crashed back into each other, all but panting into each other’s mouths. He moved from your lips down your neck, kissing the skin. One of his hands dipped between your thighs, cupping your clothed core and when your back arched, pressing you further into his touch he chuckled into your skin “How long has it been?”

You whined, urging his hand under the panties “Why’s it matter?” he moved down to your chest, rolling a nipple between his lips before letting it go with a wet pop “Need to know if I’m gonna hurt you”

When one of his fingers teased through your folds, pushing into you, you had to remind yourself that you were in a motel of sorts. Other people were around. “Fuck Lee” you gasped and he grinned pressing kisses across your stomach “Dirty mouth to be on such a pretty face” he added a second finger, curling them up as he continued his path down and when he hit that spot inside of you, you bit into your cheek hard enough you tasted blood as an orgasm rocked through you soaking his fingers. He kissed at your stomach “There ya go, let me work you open”

When his head started to slip further down you stopped him, grabbing his hair. He looked up, confusion plainly written across his face “Come on honey, you’re doing me a favor, let me treat you right” you shook your head, panting from the orgasm he’d given you with just his fingers “M’fine Lee, just get up here”

He grunted low, kissing his way back up your body. When he got to your lips, he shoved his boxers off then froze. “Shit, aint got a condom” “Pull out this once then buy some” you were out of breath but weren’t about to turn around now. He grinned “You’re gonna let me fuck you bare?” you nodded “I’m clean, on backup stuff” he nodded, gripping his cock to line it up with your opening.

You leaned up and gasped seeing how big he was. “Still ok with this?” he whispered and you nodded “Take it slow” “Of course” he started to push his way inside of you, a gentle roll of his hips that let you feel every inch, every ridge and vein. You had to clamp your hand over your mouth to keep a moan from being ripped free at the feeling of him stretching your body around him. Once he was finally hip deep he stilled, pulling your hand down to replace it with his lips. He gave you time to adjust, time to get used to the intrusion. When you nodded, slipping your fingers up into his hair, he gave a tentative roll of his hips, both of you moaning at the feeling. 

He dropped his face down to the bend of your neck, pressing a soft kiss “Feel so good baby, thank you for this” he murmured before he started to fuck into you like he owned you and whether he knew it or not he did. Your nails dug into his back, eyes rolling back slightly as he quickly built that pressure inside of you, every thrust had the head of his cock hitting that spongy spot deep inside of you and his pubic bone providing just the right of pressure to your clit. “Shit Lee, don’t stop” you whined and felt him smile against your skin “Wasn’t planning on it”

Your orgasm caught you by surprise, the dam inside of you bursting, your walls clenching down hard enough around him he could barely move. “Shit baby, fuck” he swore, a few more hard snaps of his hips before he was hurrying to pull out, leaving you clenching around nothing as he emptied himself onto your stomach, long ropes of cum, hot and thick as his hips gave a few more lazy thrusts to ride out the aftershocks, one of his thumbs finding your clit to help you ride out your own. 

You laid there, staring up at the roof, trying to get your breathing back to normal and listening to him trying to get his back to normal as well. He shook your leg gently and you lifted your head just enough to see him, still over you, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, chest flushed a light pink and grinning at you. “You ok?” you nodded “That was..” he chuckled “Good I hope?” you nodded “Very” he kissed your leg that was closest. “Good, let me go get something to get you cleaned up” he stepped off the bed and only then did reality set in. You’d just fucked the man you’d been in love with for years to help him with the pain of seeing the woman he loved with someone else and the worst part was you knew you were going to do it again just to have some part of him. You could handle it. Maybe this would help you get over him? Right?  You were fucking pathetic.  

Lee walking back into the room drew your attention. He stopped at the foot of the bed, head tilted to the side as he stared at you and you got the urge to cover yourself and would’ve had it not been for his cum coating your stomach. “What?” you finally asked after a moment and he chuckled “Wondering what’s wrong with that ex of yours. Why’d he break up with you anyways?”

You were not about to have that conversation. You shook your head “Clean me up so I can actually get up please” he walked over, still completely bare and that in itself was a struggle to not let your eyes move down. His hands were gentle as he moved the warm cloth across your skin. You didn’t meet his eyes, focusing on a spot on the ceiling. “You sure you’re ok? I didn’t hurt you or anything did I?” he finally asked after a moment. You let your eyes come back to his face and offered a smile “I’m good Lee, gonna be a little sore because it’s been a while but beyond that I’m fine. Think you’ll be ok tomorrow watching Kei and Bill?” 

His hand slipped down to your thigh, tracing the soft plush slightly “Think so, thanks to you” you nodded “Good” then pulled your thigh away from him “I’m gonna go shower so I can get some sleep” maybe that false bravado would help, make it so it wasn't so blaringy obvious that your heart was racing from feeling his lips on yours, that your skin wasn’t still tingling from his touch and that your core wasn’t aching from his size. 

You threw your legs over the side of the bed and gave yourself a moment to make sure you could stand without wavering. You could feel Lee’s eyes watching you “Need any help?” you shook your head without looking back “You cleaned up your mess Shaw” you gathered your clothes and headed into the bathroom, telling yourself this whole offer wasn’t going to end up ripping your heart to shreds even if you knew better.

You knew the moment Keiko and Billy started dancing together, close and sharing kisses that Lee would be looking for you. This damn event was for military higher ups. You, Kei nor Billy even wanted to be here. Lee had talked all of you into coming. Now you were in a black dress that skimmed you just right, your hair done beautifully and had even caught the eyes of a couple Corporals and Sergeants tonight.   You wished you could just give in and go home with one of them, forget about Lee, tell him the offer was rescinded. Yet the moment you were chatting with an admittedly gorgeous Italian Master Sergeant, you felt more than heard Lee step up behind you, even before Palladino’s posture went rigid and he muttered “Colonel”

You turned slowly, smiling at Lee “Well, there goes my chance at being a sweet little military wife” he raised an eyebrow “Never pegged you for the picket fence type” “You don’t know everything about me” you teased. He nodded, “Fair” then looked over where Keiko and Billy were close enough, eyes locked on each other it was clear they weren’t paying attention to anyone else in the room “Should we tell them we got the funding so they can head home?”

“I’ll tell them so you don’t have to” you offered and he smiled “Why are you such a damn sweetheart?” you shrugged “Someone needs to balance you out on this team a bit?” you started to walk away but he tugged you back into his arms and before you could ask you felt a kiss being pressed to your cheek. You snatched away quickly, feeling your face warm “I’m gonna go tell them”

Lee walked out behind you and Keiko. The two of you were happily chatting about new equipment. Billy was just nodding along, one hand resting on Keiko’s back. Lee found himself with the urge to do the same to you but pushed it down.  This was just sex. This wasn’t keeping up with the Randas. 

Once Keiko and Billy got in their car and left you looked back at him, a small smile on your face “You drove me here” he nodded, waving a hand towards his own car “Was planning to drive you home” you fell in step next to him, keeping a space between the two of you. His eyes kept fluttering towards you “You look real pretty in that dress honey” you looked down, smoothing the skirt of it almost self consciously “Kei looked gorgeous in that blue dress”

He nodded in agreement with you because she did but that didn’t take away from how pretty you looked. He didn’t notice how your face fell. The way your hands came up to start to fidget with the pins holding your hair in place. “What are you doing?” he asked once the two of you got to his car and he realized your hair was halfway down. “The party's over. Time for Cinderella to go back to her rags” 

He stepped close enough you could feel his warmth, smell his aftershave. When his hands moved up to your hair, you had to swallow hard when his fingers slipped through your hair gently, pulling out the remaining pins. He held them out with one hand then pushed your hair back from your face with the other “Party may be over but you’re far from Cinderella and you’d look pretty in anything” 

You huffed out a laugh, reaching for the handle of the door “I already sleep with you regularly Lee. You don’t really have to flirt” the little “Especially when I know you don’t mean it” you added too quietly for him to hear as you slipped in the door. 

Sitting tucked into the corner of a booth was your usual preference when all of you ended up out together. You always sat next to Keiko, just trying to keep your attention off the fact of Lee being so close. Billy had gone to the bathroom so you were going over his notebook while Keiko and Lee talked about something. 

“Excuse me gorgeous, I was wondering if you’d like to dance” you heard a man’s voice say and without looking up you spoke “She’s taken sir” the table went silent, a deep laugh rambling from the stranger “She’s pretty sweetheart but I was talking to you”

Your eyes flew up and standing in front of the table was a man around Lee’s height with short dark brown hair and the greenest eyes you’d ever seen. He was handsome, he just wasn’t Lee. “Me?” you whispered softly and he nodded “Less you’re taken too?” you shook your head “Nope, not taken” 

You could feel Lee’s eyes on you, not like he probably cared since the guy wasn’t talking to Keiko. He seemed harmless enough and if you just raised your voice you trusted Lee to step in on your behalf “Sure” you smiled so Keiko raised an eyebrow then slid out of the booth so you could get out. 

You held your hand out to the man and told him your name. He smiled “Pretty name on a prettier lady” then winked at you “Name’s Jonah ma’am”  “Jonah” you repeated with a smile, letting him led you onto the dance floor.

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Lee watched you dancing with Jonah for a moment, ignoring the way he didn’t quite like how the man looked at you. “Something wrong?” Keiko’s voice drew his attention. He cut his eyes at her “No, just making sure he doesn’t try getting handsy or anything with her” “Ready to step in and play knight in shining armor?” she laughed and he shook his head “Not like she needs it but yeah. That’s my job is keeping all of you in one piece” 

Keiko shook her head “Yeah, your job”  Lee knew you’d been pulling away a little in general, gotten a bit more quiet even to the point Billy had noticed. Maybe you’d found someone or maybe you’d gotten to the point of wanting to find someone? 

You still let him touch you, kiss you, had finally gotten to the point of letting him explore you fully. He was glad of that, didn’t like feeling like this agreement was one sided. If you were given him the favor then he wanted to make sure you were well satisfied out of it but there was still something that felt off, he just couldn’t quite put his finger on it. 

You knew Lee was going to be clingy to you. It was Keiko and Billy’s anniversary. He was bound to be all over you.  You enjoyed the sex, he made you feel amazing, he knew what he was doing but it was too much.  He had his arms around you, tucking his face into the bend of your neck, lips finding yours when suddenly it was too much. You felt like you were being suffocated. What were you doing? Giving your heart, body and soul to him, all the while it was just a coping mechanism for him to get over Keiko. 

One minute Lee’s lips were on yours, his tongue tangling with yours and the next your hands were on his chest, pushing him back slightly. His eyes flickered to yours so he tried to kiss you again, leaning down but your head rolled to the side, dodging his kiss. “Baby? What is it?”

You shook your head, a small flinch running through you before finally looking at him “Just too close Lee. Can we switch positions or something? Let’s move and let me get on my stomach, ok?” he was still confused but maybe that was it? Maybe you wanted the chance to imagine someone else fucking you? If that’s what you wanted, he’d give it to you. He nodded and pulled out, helping you to turn around, tucking a pillow under your hips. 

He pressed a kiss between your shoulders “You ok?” you nodded, hands balling into the sheets “I’m good” the tip of his cock pushing back at your cunt had your back arching and the feeling of your warm heat sucking him in had a low whine leaving your throat and that alone made him have to back bite a moan. Just knowing he could make you feel good. “That good honey?” he asked, hands holding onto your hips. You nodded, face buried into the pillows but he took that as ok. You knew every sign if you needed or wanted him to stop.

You couldn’t do it to yourself any longer. Lee didn’t love you, not like you loved him. To him it was just good sex, a distraction. To you? It was a small piece of yourself every time you were under him or on top of him or any part of you connected. You’d decided that tonight was the final night. You’d give yourself once more in his arms, once more to close your eyes and pretend he was actually making love to you, not “what ifs” 

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From the moment you’d come into Lee’s room, you’d only let him kiss you once before you were pushing away and on your stomach. He’d eaten you out like that, fingers digging into your thighs while you moaned so sweetly into the pillows. Once he was through, worked you through the aftershocks and knew you were ready, he started to kiss up your legs then your lower back, across your shoulders. Every inch of flesh you’d let him. When he got to your neck however you pulled away.

He notched the head of his cock at your opening and you tilted your hips up to him, giving him the permission to go ahead and he slowly pushed into you, wanting to savor just how amazing you felt around him every damn time. 

Lee felt you cum apart under him, your walls squeezing him so hard his eyes nearly rolled back. He kept rutting into you, feeling his own release getting closer. When you whimpered his name barely audible that was all it took, he spilled into the condom, hips giving small rolls into you. 

For a few moments the only sounds in the room were both of you breathing heavily. Lee smoothed his hands over your back, wishing you’d let him kiss you, run you a bath, something. Instead after a few moments, he pulled out with the intention to just toss the condom. Instead when he walked out of the bathroom you were nearly dressed on still trembling legs. 

“Don’t gotta leave so fast” he offered, wanting to add “Could just stay” but didn’t. You gave him a soft smile that seemed almost sad at the edges “Gotta be somewhere early”

Lee stepped into the hallway, watching you get to the elevator before stepping back into his room. He walked back over to the bed and stopped dead in his tracks. The pillow case wasn’t just stained with drool. Those were tears, like you’d honestly been crying and not from pleasure alone. What had he done? 

He slipped clothes on and headed for the stairs, bypassing the elevator. When he got to your door, all the lights were off and no sound was coming from inside. He knocked anyway. “Come on baby” he mumbled, needing to see you. He knocked twice more and nothing. “Fuck” he cursed under his breath, running a hand through his hair. He’d find you in the morning, he’d ask. He’d figure it out. Maybe you’d just gotten a cramp? Maybe he’d overstimulated you? Maybe it was anything but he’d made you actually cry.

You were crouched down, digging in one of the many boxes Billy had spread around the room filled with readings and notes. You were looking for a specific one about an island off of an antarctica plateau. You heard heavier footsteps walk in and assumed it was Billy since he and Keiko had gone for coffee and you’d asked him to grab you a cup as well. “About time Billy. Where are those notes?” 

You started to stand up, not paying attention to the open filing cabinet drawer until a hand was covering it and your head knocked into the hand instead of the hard metal. A sound that was closer to a squeak escaped you when you looked up at Lee, who was holding his hand over the edge of the drawer to prevent you from hurting yourself “Hey honey” you swallowed hard “Hey, um tell Bill I had to run home. I think I let those notes there” 

His eyebrows furrowed, “Ok but can we talk?” “Later” you promised with a tight smile and grabbed your keys, “I’ll be back” 

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Lee watched you go with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Billy and Keiko walked back in, both of them looking confused “Why did she just come past her like this place was on fire?” Billy asked first and Lee shrugged, looking at Keiko “Can we talk?” she nodded, taking her coffee from Billy.

Billy headed for his desk so Keiko nodded towards the hallway, Lee following. Once it was just the two of them, Lee turned to her “Do you know why she’s been avoiding me for days?” she sighed “You don’t see it do you?” “See what Kei?” he asked, exhaustion running through him from days of trying to chase you down. “Go talk to her” 

He scrubbed a hand down his face “I’m trying!  She’s been avoiding me every time I come near!” “And what led to her pulling back? Think long and hard Lee. I’m not helping with this because I care about her too” 

What did Keiko mean? You’d offered, right? Lee sat there thinking over the last few months, the last few years. Every time you were there, every moment you noticed so much more. Every time you were taking care of everyone. Every time he looked for you without even thinking about it.  You were beautiful, smart, brave to a fault, would wade into hell neck deep to pull someone else out. He couldn’t imagine life without you. Holy christ, he’d started to fall for you and hadn’t even realized it until he probably already lost you. 

After Keiko not choosing him, he’d thought that was it then there you were offering him a way forward, a way to heal. Giving him your body all the while he’d been too damn stupid to realize your heart was already in the grinder.  He was going to lose you and this time it was because of his own behaviour. Instead of facing feelings, trying to ask if you’d wanted more than sex, offer dates, more, he’d used your body, taken your time.  

Keiko was tired of seeing you and Lee both look miserable. She walked over to him and he looked up “What Kei?” she sighed “I’ll help. For her. Not you”

“What do you need help with Kei?” you walked into the room and started shaking your head the moment you realized Lee was in the room. You spun around to see Keiko was closing the door. You slammed both hands against it “PLEASE KEI!” 

Her voice came muffled “You need this” you turned to look at him and shook your head, walking over to the far corner and crawling into a chair, curling as tightly into a ball as you could “You got Keiko to lie to me” “I had to do something” he replied, staying on the other side of the room but keeping his eyes on you.

You looked so damn small, so broken and it ripped Lee in half. “Talk to me, please” he would get on his knees if you wanted, gladly. You shook your head “Lee, just let it go. I’m still your friend. Ok. I know you still love her, I knew going in, it’s ok. I just didn’t expect all of this to end up hurting me this much. I couldn’t keep pretending like you were actually thinking about me” 

He’d never been more disgusted with himself than in that moment. He’d hurt someone who meant this much to him this bad. “Why..why didn’t you ever tell me? I didn’t know” how could someone as amazing as you fall for him? Especially if you thought he could ever be touching you and thinking of anyone but you? “Why let me..” he trailed off, feeling bile rise up at the thought “Christ, you have every right to hate me”

You curled up further into the chair, your knees to your chest and laid your head over on your knees, tilting your head to look up at him, tears in your eyes before quickly looking away “I just wanted to help you, wanted you to feel alright, because I love you” you trailed off, your voice getting so small he could hear his heart shatter in that moment. He took a step forward, wanting nothing more than to hold you but you flinched like you’d been struck and he froze “I’m so sorry baby”

You shook your head, a little too quick “Don’t-don’t call me baby, Lee. Please. I know you don’t mean it” 

His hands fell to his sides, useless. He didn’t know what to do. He’d fucked things up so badly but never paying enough attention to you, by thinking fucking you good enough was enough. “What-what can I do?” 

You sniffled, ducking your head down “You don’t have to do anything Lee. It’s not your fault you don’t love me. It’s not your fault you took me up on something I offered. I just..I just need time to get over it” 

“And if I don’t want you to get over it?” he asked softly. Your eyes flew up, confusion and sadness painted over you “Please don’t play with my feelings like that Lee” 

“I’m not playing with anything honey, I swear. I’m just a damn idiot that took too long to see what was right in front of me” a sob ripped from your throat that had his entire body aching to hold you “Please Lee, I am begging you. Don’t make this hurt more for me. Don’t lie to spare me. I’ll still love you, still be your friend” you pulled your hands up to cover your face and he was trying so hard to not let tears fall. “Baby, I’m not lying. Please believe me”

When you finally raised your gaze to meet his he saw the tiniest hint of hope in your eyes but it was overshadowed with so much pain, so much doubt and so much shame. He took a tentative step closer “Can I hold you? Please” you nodded after a few seconds and he squatted in front of you, slipping his arms around you. You slowly slipped out of the chair and into his arms fully so he rocked back on his ass, supporting your weight completely, feeling you tremble in his arms before you whispered “Please don’t hurt me Lee”

“Oh baby, if I knew it’d hurt you like this I never would’ve agreed to anything” he mumbled into your hair, tightening his arms around you because he wasn’t letting you go and he could still feel you crying. “I knew it was the only way to ever have you and I didn’t want to see you hurting over Kei the same way I was hurting over…” you didn’t have to finish it, the same way you were hurting over him.

“I know this won’t be fixed with a simple apology but please know that I’ll do everything in my power to make it all up to you if it takes the rest of my life. I promise you that baby” he felt you nod against his chest then exhale slowly “Just wanna take it slow Lee. Got to if you mean it”

“Of course, your speed. Everything is your speed. Just know I mean it. I wanna be yours if you’ll still have me by some miracle” he whispered and you nodded, curling into him a little more, your face tucking into the bend of his neck.

After a few minutes you looked up and laughed wetly “I must look crazy” he shook his head “Nope. You look absolutely beautiful. Like always” 

He helped you stand up, keeping his hand at your waist. He knocked twice at the door and when Billy opened it you glared weakly at him “You too?” he shrugged “Sorry” you shook your head “I feel like shit now. I’m gonna go take a nap” Keiko laughed lightly from her desk “Lee go buy her lunch while she naps” 

You looked back at Lee and smiled “Yeah, what Kei said” he winked at you “Yes ma’am”

You wanted to believe Lee was genuine in his feelings but the pain was still pretty damn raw so you did what you did best. You sat back, you observed. 

When Keiko would lean against Billy, Lee’s jaw no longer tightened and he no longer looked away. When the two kissed he could continue on with the conversation.  Even when you weren’t paying attention or when you’d dance with Billy, he wasn’t looking at her like he used to. Did he actually love you? Hell weeks had passed and the two of you hadn’t done much more than a kiss here or there.

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You were half asleep in the back of the jeep, Keiko laying across your stomach. Lee was driving and Billy was riding shotgun. Their low voices hit you. “We never talked about it” that made your stomach roll. “I know why it happened now” what did that mean? You kept your breathing level, didn’t move. Billy laughed low, “Does that mean what I think it means?” 

“Shut up before you wake them first off and yes. I love her Billy” your heart flipped hard enough you were fairly certain it may wake Keiko up.  As far as you knew he hadn’t said that to anyone else. You felt Keiko shift and glanced down. She smiled up at you before she shifted again and tugged you to get you to get comfortable again so you could both doze back off.

All of you were talking, it was chilly and honestly your jacket wasn’t enough. You shifted closer, slipping your arms around Lee’s waist. He didn’t question it, just wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. You snuggled closer, enjoying his warmth. 

Lee felt his heart flip, knowing he’d worked back up to you trusting him like this. He looked down, seeing the small smile on your face, the way you were so close to him and the way you relaxed into him. He wrapped his arms around you to pull you closer. “I’ve got you honey”

Billy cleared his throat and Lee glanced up, realizing he’d missed half the conversation “Sorry” he mumbled and Keiko looked at you, the two of you sharing a smile before she laughed “No problem” and started to repeat what he’d missed. 

You were laying across Lee's chest, one leg thrown over his waist. You were almost asleep, lips pressed to his skin while he was turned towards you, his lips pressed to your temple. He shifted to let his fingers slide down your bare back "I love you baby"

"Do you?" you whispered. He leaned down nipping at your neck just enough to make you whine lightly "Dammit Lee!"

When you cut your eyes up he was staring at you like you were the most important thing he'd ever seen. "You sure?" you asked softly, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips, he tugged you over on top of him, content once your body was fully sprawled across his. "Never been more sure of anything. I love you so damn much sweetheart. I am so damn thankful you gave me another chance"

"Yeah, you're pretty lucky baby" you teased, brushing a kiss across his lips before saying "I love you too by the way"

Lee Shaw Fanfic