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Just A Secretary -- Miguel as your boss makes your life a living hell but your relationship takes a turn when you guys are forced to share a bed on a business trip.

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Just A Secretary 2nd Epilogue -- You and Miguel are celebrating your honeymoon in Hawaii when he gets jealous and decides to remind you whose ring is on your finger.

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You don't have to read JAS first this can be read as a standalone!

A Second Chance -- After the loss of his daughter Miguel wants nothing to do with kids that is until he impulsively offers his pregnant neighbor a job at the Spider-Society.

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A Second Chance 2nd Epilogue -- After Miguel sees you in a fake baby bump at a baby shower he realizes how much he wants to see you pregnant again.

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You don't have to read A Second Chance first this can be read as a standalone!

"Hush Hush" Mafia Miguel AU -- After your closing shift you see something that you shouldn't have. You do all what you can to get away in hopes of never seeing him again. But what happens when the ruthless leader of a Spanish gang in Nueva York has no intentions of letting you go?

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Masked Desires Cowboy AU -- Wanting to get a break from your small town and experience the city life you and your best friend attend a masquerade ball. One thing needs another and you end up in bed with your dad's best friend. How are you supposed to act around him when you're forced to spend the summer together?

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ᯓ★(PT 1, 2, 3, 5)

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The Hunted and her Hunter Stalker Miguel O’Hara — Miguel is your stalker, reader falls for a stalker, unhinged Miguel, reader is equally unhinged as him(but she’s a little shy) another 99% smut and 1% plot

(There’s not really a summary for this sorry😭)

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You Don't Belong Military Miguel O'Hara -- For some reason Captain O'Hara doesn't like you and you don't like him. But those ill feelings towards each other begin to blur when you find yourselves stuck in a closet.

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The Fates That Tie Miguel O’Hara x Fated Mate — Miguel thinks his mate doesn’t want him. And you think that your mate is dead. What happens when the truth comes to light in an awful situation forcing him to hold you captive at HQ?

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Ultimate VIP Rockstar Miguel --- You got VIP tickets to go backstage with your favorite band. By your clumsy mistake your dress rips and the lead guitarist Miguel offers you one of his shirts. However, when you go to return it takes longer than expected.

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Secrets Of The Duke --- During a chance encounter with the Duke of Nueva York, you discover he’s a Vampire when his compulsion doesn’t work on you. What happens when he holds you captive in hopes of keeping his century-old secret.....a secret?

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Bad Decisions Werewolf Miguel O'Hara--- After getting lost in the woods a wolf leads you to a cabin where you come face to face with its cocky owner. Wanting nothing more than to get warm, and sleep(and to wipe that smirk off his face) you suggest a game that none of you want to lose.

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Another Deal Nerdy Dom Miguel College AU--- No summary for this one either! Tags: College setting, Nerdy Miguel O'Hara x popular reader, story involves a bet, Miguel being sort of a Dom, and they were roommates, 5.6k words. Tags for smut: dom(ish) Miguel, reader calls him "sir", cunnilingus, p in v, p and v rubbing...(idk the proper name for it) he orders her around just a wee bit

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Kinktober --- Y'all already know this is gonna be smutty af lol there's too many tags to count just check it out ;)

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Professor!Namani Kento xfem!grad student --- mini drabble

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What You Deserve, Simon "Ghost "Riley--- angst angst angst, mentions of the death of a friend, depression, ermmm happy ending(depends on how you look at it)!

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The Other Side King!Miguel O'Hara--- You are forced to marry the brutal King Miguel O’Hara because your kingdom's land is dying, and he’s the only one who can help you. However, it’s your wedding night, and he failed to inform you that he has to make you cum in front of his court so the marriage can be approved.

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KINKTOBER BABYYYYYY!!!!!

???-- Mermaid x Human Miguel

???-- Princess x Knight Miguel Forbidden Romance

???-- Hero Miguel x Villian

???-- Miguel x Exotic dancer

???-- Nerdy Miguel x popular girl

???-- Miguel O'HaraXExotic Dancer(Full story)

???- Nerdjo/Fratjo(Gojo Jjk) (Oneshot)

???-- Mechanic!Toji(Oneshot)

???-- Miguel O'Hara and his twin(Oneshot)

???-- Scientist!Nanami KentoXAssistant (Oneshot)

Updated 4/20/26

You rouse with a start, your sheets feel different from the ones in your room. Stretching out your arms, you rub your face against your pillow, but the moment is cut short when your door bursts open, and 2 sets of footsteps wander into your room. 

“Greetings, Your Majesty, it is almost time for you to address your new court as their queen.” You can notice that chirpy voice from anywhere; that's your lady in waiting, Eliza. Groaning as you rise from your bed, you rub the sleep away from your eyes in order to fully take in your surroundings. The room is just as you left it, there's red sheer drapings against the edges of your four-poster bed, your shift that you wore is disgraded haphazardly on the floor, and the dressing chair that you moved to the now-empty fireplace. Eliza pulls back the curtains in your room, letting the sun shine through.  

“It’s now a quarter past 8, and you need to be downstairs in the dining hall by half past 9. You need to get up now.” Eliza persists when she realizes you aren’t getting up from the bed. Tasha, your new lady in waiting, places your slippers on the floor right by your bedside.

 “We both decided that it was best to give you more time to rest after—” She pauses, and her expression suddenly becomes bashful. “ —after last night’s events, Your Majesty.” When she curtsies, you immediately put out your hands in protest. Placing a gentle hand on her forearm, you say,  “Thank you to both of you, truly, although a night’s rest won’t erase what happened, I am grateful for it nonetheless, and furthermore, please, there's no need to be super formal around me, at least when it’s just us three.” Once you're finished, you slip into your slippers and make your way to the bathroom, where your bath is already prepared for you, ignoring their signs of discomfort along the way. It may be improper to society, but you will not force your ladies in waiting to be so uptight while they are around you.

At least not these two.

Sinking into the water, you sigh as the heat immediately relaxes your body, and the lavender seems to be working overtime. You’re snapped out of your brief moment of bliss when you feel hands lifting your arms as they use a rag to wash your skin. You truly need to snap out of it now that you are the new Queen of Nueva York; you have no time to relax in things as simple as a bath. You are now on a ticking clock; your life depends on whether or not you can find who, or what, is killing King O’Hara’s wives after five years. 

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You brace yourself walking into the dining hall with your head held high, you force yourself to breathe even while wearing a deeply constricted corset, as you’re about to see your husband again. The servants open the double doors and then pull out your chair for you.  Your ladies in waiting stand on the opposite wall in front of you. Tucking your massive dress under your seat as much as possible, you sit and finally take your time to gaze upon him. This time, his hair is neatly pulled back with a loose curl hanging in front of his face. He’s wearing a black suit with red crystal embellishments all around it, paired with a matching crown and a silk black cape. As you look down at your red corset with black embellishments, with a matching red skirt with a black lace finish, you realize that your outfits are matching just…. inverted. 

You're positive he planned this.

“Everyone out,” he says before he begins to dig into his food. Once all the servants finally exit the room, he puts his fork down and takes the time to assess you. You have a feeling he’s going to be doing this every chance he gets because he did it all last night as well.

“You’re late” is all he says in that deep voice of his.

You pick up your wine glass that’s filled with juice based on the smell of it. “Well, it certainly takes a Queen some time to get ready.”

“And that it does…” His voice trails off before he takes a breath and adds, “You look nice, Mrs.O’Hara.” You roll your eyes as you begin to dig into your food. “And you look the same, Mr.O’Hara.” A quiet but noticeable laugh falls from his lips, but you ignore that too. Why is he laughing? You have yet to say something funny.

“I see you covered up my mark I gave you.” Instinctively, your hand hovers over the covered-up hickey on your neck. The one that he gave you last night when you both were forced to consummate the marriage in a room full of his court. “I will not prance around with your mark on my neck. I am the Queen, not one of your whores. I already have your ring, your name, and your colors. What more do you possibly need to signify that I am yours?” You question.

“You would wear my mark proudly in due time, but alas, that is not the topic I wanted to discuss with you this morning. I want you to know that not all of my wives die within the same time frame; some may happen sooner than others, or even later than. So it is important that you remain vigilant and aware of your surroundings. Your ladies in waiting, followed by two royal guards, shall accompany you everywhere you go.” You halt your movements, forcing yourself to swallow the remainder of the food in your mouth before you do something stupid like spit it at him. Is he saying that regardless of the time you spend trying to find the causes of the death of his past wives, you can die at any time?

You let out a laugh in disbelief, there is no way what he says is true….

Right?

“So you mean to tell me that at any moment my life can be taken away from me before the five years are up? So when did you think to tell me this? The heir to the throne could already potentially be in my womb, and you tell me that there's a chance people can come out to try and kill me whenever?”

He takes a generous swig of whatever is in his goblet before turning his attention to you. “I understand how that may sound, but I can assure you I had no intentions of deceiving you-”

“But you did so anyway. It seems to me that this has been your mantra all along.” He puts his hands up in surrender. “Check for yourself, you're the one with the ability to 'see' people's emotions, check to see if I'm deceiving you right now.” Questionably, you raise an eyebrow trying to see what he’s playing at. This is the second time he’s openly allowed you—or even insisted that you look through his emotions. There has to be an angle that he’s playing at. 

Without wasting any more time, you bring down your walls and open yourself up to his emotions. Using your power, you reach out to him and note that he is relatively calm. Since he gave you the freedom to look through his emotions, you're going to dig even deeper. All while consuming your breakfast, you slowly and carefully unveil his other emotions. The ones that are more deeply concealed, and you are met with his worry, confusion, and-

Before you get the chance to fully uncover the rest of his emotions, you're forcefully pushed out his walls, which shoot back up, and the force of it alone brings you to a full stop mid-chew. “Feeling rather nosy today, are you wife?” 

You shrug your shoulders and quickly resume eating. “Well, you did invite me in; there's no way you truly expected me to stay put. Tell me, King of Nueva York, what is it that worries you on this fine morning?” You expect him to give you a snarky remark, but instead, he wipes his mouth and pushes away from the table. “Nothing that you need to be concerned with right now. You are free to do as you please for the next two hours, and then you are requested to join me in the meeting room so you can address the court as their new Queen.” You say nothing as you watch him leave. You are most definitely going to use your two hours that you have to get a layout of the palace and potentially find some answers.

There has to be a reason why his wives are dying, and you need to find out why.

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Flanked by your ladies in waiting and two royal guards, you all clean up the mess that you made of the library. In your two hours, you decided on touring the palace and then hitting up the library to understand more about the King’s people and customs. You would rather not be surprised again, like you were last night. Touring the palace took an hour and thirty minutes, and you have yet to see the other half of it. That only left you with thirty minutes to see what the library has to offer. So far, you have learned that the past kings and queens of Nueva York were very much in love and had no problems showing everyone in their court that. While there were still a handful of arranged marriages, both parties were able to find love with one another, which resulted in them constantly showing their love in rather public ways.

Whether it was simple displays of affection, such as hand holding, a kiss on the back of the hand, or even sitting in the same chair because they couldn’t get enough of each other. Or more intense displays of affection, such as frivolous parties on the day of their anniversary or whenever they choose. Knowing that the past King and Queens would hold…orgies because of their intense love for one another made no sense to you. Apparently, it was common for people hand-selected by the King and Queen to watch them make love. Nudity is not a problem for those in this Kingdom, and it never has been. 

Your head is reeling with all this new information. It wasn’t really helpful to say the least because you are not and will not participate in any such parties. With something as outlandish as this, you're surprised other Kingdoms haven't talked about this. “All the books have been put back, Your Majesty.” You're pulled out of your thoughts at the sound of Tasha’s voice. “And would you like to keep this one, your Majesty?” She asks while pointing to the book that's currently in your arms. “Yes, I wish to keep this one, actually. Can you put this in my room? I would do it myself, but if I don’t leave now, I would be late to meet the King, and I would rather not.” You give her a smile and walk away when she curtsies. 

You take a deep breath as your royal guards lead the way to the meeting room. You have no idea what to expect in this meeting; all you know is you need to put your best foot forward amongst his court.

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Unfortunately, you arrive five minutes late, and you underestimated the distance from the library to the main hall, and you underestimated your ability to walk what feels like a mile in this dress and heels. You aren’t used to wearing dresses that are so heavy, attached with an even heavier cape. You brace yourself in front of the two large double doors and make sure all your walls are put up before you're thrown in the den. As soon as the doors open, all the heads in the room turn in your direction.

Oh gods, this day can’t get any worse. 

“It seems like the Queen has finally decided to grace us with her presence.” All the men in the room laugh. You can feel your face beginning to heat, but you hold your head high and begin to walk into the room straight to your husband. To your surprise, he isn't laughing, although he made the comment. The closer you get to him, the more you realize that there are no free chairs for you to sit. 

You are most definitely going to have to sit on his lap.

This is totally fine, you’ve just read about this in the library. He's not doing this to spite or belittle you; this is just part of their customs. 

Once you finally reach him, you give him a quick once-over, and he raises his eyebrows in question. You're about to sit on his lap when he gives his thighs a pat for extra measure. As if you needed the direction. Reluctantly, you lower yourself onto his lap, sitting more towards his knee than his thighs, but you should've known that wasn’t going to last long. You feel his hand slowly snake around your waist before he pulls you back until his chest meets your back. You have to try everything in your power not to stomp on his feet right then and there. 

He leans down and whispers into your ear. “Scared I might bite, wife?” 

If you turned your head to look at him, your mouth would be inches apart from his, and that’s truly the last thing you want right now. So you keep your head forward and look amongst his men, who are now your court. The men are talking with each other, but you can't help but notice the subtle glances they throw your way. It's clear they are trying to see how the two of you are getting along.

You decide to respond with a simple yet snarky joke. If they think that you are going to be lovey-dovey with him, they have another thing coming. “No, but scared of your breath, sure.” He snorts and gives your waist a warning squeeze. “You had no problem with it last night, did you?” Clenching your teeth, you decide to completely ignore his little comment.

“Hurry up so we can get this thing started.” Out of the corner of your eye, you watch him nod in agreement. He clears his throat to get his men's attention, and it works like magic because the voices die down immediately. “Today marks the first official day of your new Queen—my wife's reign. I want you all to know that she is to be treated with the utmost respect. Regardless of your title, whatever she asks of you will make sure you give her what she requires with no hesitation. The Queen will not hesitate to let me know whoever has been anything but respectful to her. Does anyone have a problem with that?” 

Apart from the few meetings you both shared before your wedding day, you never really had the chance to watch him be a King. As you look around the room, a few of those men look like they are close to well….shitting on themselves to be quite frank. It is clear that not all of his court fears him because of the ruse they pulled yesterday, but it's clear that most do.

Maybe if you pull down your defenses a bit, you will be able to sense their emotions….

When no one dares speak up against him, he continues. “I am also aware of my past wives, your Queens, dying in 5 years' time. I am doing everything in my power to find the root cause of this—” He pauses, and to your surprise, he guides your chin to his face with his fingers, making sure to hold your eye contact.

Shamelessly, your eyes fall to his lips, and then you regain your wits and bring them back to his eyes. Expecting to meet his eyes, you notice that his eyes are on your lips instead. 

For the life of you, you just can’t understand what angle he's playing at?

“I hope that this will be my last wife and your last Queen. So she is to be protected at all times.” As quickly as that moment lasted, it disappeared. Rapidly, he blinks his eyes and turns to face the court again. “That is all. My Queen, is there anything you want to say?”

Your turn immediately to face the court and ignore whatever it is that just happened. “It is an honor to serve this kingdom. I look forward to being your Queen.” It’s best to keep things short and sweet; you'd rather not say too much. Slowly, the men filter out of the room, and you are left with the King. Once the door closes, you’re up on your feet in an instant. “Was that really necessary?” You say as you pretend to fiddle with the sleeves of your dress. Anything to keep your hands occupied. While running his fingers through his hair, he says, “I will do whatever I see fit. I have not put your life in danger, so there's no need to complain.” 

It’s hard not to roll your eyes whenever he opens his mouth to speak. “If we are going to do this, I can’t keep going into these things blind. Not knowing your next move is not going to help me survive and be a Queen.” 

“So what are you suggesting, Wife? You want to work together and fool the entire court and our Kingdom?” 

“If that's the only way of keeping me alive, then yes. We could pretend to really like each other and put up a front in hopes of forcing whoever is killing your wives to act first. The more in love we seem, wouldn’t they want to get rid of me quicker?” You watch as he thinks it over for a few seconds. “And you think this would work? Don’t you think it would be better if-” 

You cut him off. “No, I don’t. I’m not going to sit here with my life on line every day, waking up not knowing if it could be my last, doing nothing. We either work together, or I work on my own. Either way, I’m not going to sit back and do nothing.” He raises his hands up in surrender as if he’s backing off and rises to his feet. “Fine, we’ll do this together, and we are going to have to convince them we can’t get enough of each other, so no more resisting my touch.”

You give him a curt nod and watch as he walks up to you.“As long as we have an audience, I won’t, but don’t expect anything behind closed doors.”

It’s his turn to nod. “ It would be better if we called each other by our names instead of Husband and Wife, too.” You're about to speak, but he holds up his index finger before you can. “Before you interrupt me, I wanted to know if you felt anything weird amongst the men sitting here.” You already know what he’s asking of you, so there’s no need for him to explain things further. So you begin to shake your head. “For the most part, everyone seemed nervous or annoyed. There were a lot of people in the room, but it was clear that they were reacting to your words because of the different emotions I felt. When I stepped into the room and sat down, some felt smug, satisfied even, but the more you spoke, the more feelings of anxiousness or annoyance appeared.”

He begins to rub his jaw. “Interesting. Would it help if you spoke and engaged with these men one-on-one? Do you think you would be able to pinpoint which emotion is tied to the person?” You think this over as you try to explain this without revealing the depths of your power. Everyone knows that you and your family have the ability to understand people's emotions. Naturally, this made people steer clear of your family. Or want to use them to figure out if people are backstabbing them. If you're speaking to a person, you're able to pinpoint their emotions, but if you touch them, you can feel exactly what they feel. Sometimes, you can even understand their thoughts. Oftentimes, it's hard to truly understand how it works. But it requires an immense amount of concentration because it makes you vulnerable.

Not to mention your parents banned you from ever tapping into that side of your power. When you were younger, you were unable to control it and understand what was happening, which caused you to have severe headaches and nosebleeds. You're not sure what would happen to you if you tried it now.

Remembering where you are, you look up at your husband, who's waiting expectantly for an answer. “Uh, yes—yes, I believe I can.” He lets out a hum of satisfaction before his eyes roam across your face. “Very well, then we will set up private meetings with each of these men. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have other matters to attend to.” He steps around you and begins to walk to the door.

You look at his fleeting back in confusion. Is that all? You are now Queen; surely there are things for you to do.

“What about me? What duties do I have?”

“You've done enough for now. I just need you alive if we both want this to work. You are Queen, order some new dresses or go exploring around the palace, as long as you have your guards, you'll be fine.” And with that, he's already out of the room. The echo of the door slamming almost fills you with rage.

There's no way you're going to sit around doing nothing; back to the library you go.

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Once Miguel is seated in his office, he sends in a request for the royal guards who were shadowing you for the last two hours. It makes sense to keep the guards who will protect you in rotation. He needs everyone to be alert; he needs them to have the utmost attention when protecting you.

He hears a knock on the door, and immediately he lets them in. When they take too long to answer, he looks up from his papers. “Well? Have I not called you in here for a reason?”

“Yes, your majesty, my apologies. As you know, there was not a lot of time that we spent with the Queen, but in that time, she spent the first hour exploring the palace and then the remainder of her time in the Library.” Hmmm, you like to read, so it seems.

“And what was she reading?” The guard who is speaking looks over nervously to the other guard. “Well, she was looking at the history books of your Kingdom, your majesty.”

Ah, so you weren't in there for pleasure but for information. Seemingly so, that makes sense.

“Is that all?” When both of the guards nod in confirmation, he dismisses them.

He wouldn't even be surprised if that's where you are right now, in the library, trying to learn more about his kingdom that is now yours. Truthfully, it's his fault for keeping those books in the library available at one's disposal. But what he has planned is working out the way he wanted it. As soon as you brought it to his attention that you wanted to be married, he immediately thought of a plan to use your powers in his favor.

Before your dad died, you weren't in the public eye, you didn't attend balls, and you definitely weren't opening yourself up to the idea of a man courting you. But as soon as you were forced to become the Queen of your Kingdom, he saw you more. The whole society saw more of you. You were at events, at social gatherings, and you even mingled with the other Queens and Baronesses of the society.

It was hard not to watch you from afar. Especially during the meetings with the fellow Kingdoms, where you and another Queen were forced to stand your ground since you were the only women in that room. A Queen ruling a Kingdom without a King is practically unheard of. But you did it with grace and with power. Never backing down from a fight.

And like a moth drawn to a flame, he subtly watched your every movement. He knew it was ridiculous of him to watch you with such interest when there would be no chance of you belonging to him. 

With the number of his dead wives piling behind him, he became a curse in society. The other Kingdoms stopped offering their daughters, and the women often stayed clear. There were a few women who dared to try, but that number dwindled rapidly. But when the rest of the kingdoms heard of his brutality during the war, and to those who wronged him, those numbers became non-existent. 

But the very second you sent a letter about a potential proposal, he agreed with no hesitation. Regardless of what you needed, he was willing to make it happen.

Forcefully, Miguel threw his pen down on his desk and loosened his top buttons. How could he expect to get anything done when all he could think of was you?

No matter how many times he failed to save his wives in the past, he would make sure it was the last time that something like this would ever happen. He will find out who's making a fool out of him, even if it kills him.

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The words on the page begin to jumble right in front of you. You're unsure of how long you spent in here, but you are certain that you need some fresh air. “Does the palace have a garden or a green room for me to spend time in?” You speak to no one in particular but hope one of your ladies in waiting or guards answers.

“Yes, your Majesty, there is a garden in the back of the palace. Do you wish to see it?”

“Yes, lead the way.”

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The crisp air feels wonderful against your skin, but truthfully, the weight of the crown is becoming a nuisance. Your husband is some show-off because these crowns are heavier than the ones you wore back in your own Palace. Once you reach the garden, you find a seat on a bench and encourage your ladies to find a seat as well. For a brief moment, you decide to let down your defenses and reach out to the emotions of the people around you. Two people are feeling very pleased and at ease, while two people are feeling rather tired. It doesn't take a genius to figure out which emotion matches with whom.

“Isn't it time for you guards to be rotated? Where are the next set of guards?” 

“I'm not sure, Your Majesty, but-” One of your guards is cut short when two new guards appear in your line of view on the garden path.

They are far away, but they are walking with such urgency. Maybe they are aware of their lateness. The guards told you that new guards are supposed to be replaced every 4 hours. 

However, the second they get close enough, a sudden wave of hatred barrels into you. What kind of guards are these to not know how to not wear their emotions on their sleeves? You would have to speak to your husband, Miguel, about this; he needs to train his guards better.

“The king wishes to speak with you, Your Majesty.” You nod and get ready to follow them. Goosebumps begin to form on your arms, but this makes no sense because you're not even cold. Oddly enough, something doesn't feel quite right. Before the confidence can leave your body, you quickly lay a gentle hand on one of the guards. “Thank you so much for your dedication to the King.” You manage to plaster on the most innocent smile you can imagine, and thankfully, they accept the bait.

Using your power, you quickly dig deep to find the root of his hatred. 

“He is no king of mines, kill his queen.”

You remove your hand as quickly as you put it there, making sure to mask your surprise. You knew it. Something was up the second you saw them walking into the garden.

Slowly, you turn to face the loyal guards who were just watching over you. “Why don't we all make way to the King? I actually want to speak to him about your conduct today.” 

One of the guards speaks up, and you hate doing this, but how else are you supposed to save your life without raising suspicion? “Your Majesty, have we done-”

“Do you dare question your Queen?”

They both lower their heads. “No, Your Majesty” 

“Then let us all make way to the King.” Slowly, you turn forward to face the two new guards who you're sure are sent to kill, and gesture for them to lead the way. You note their hesitation, but they do as you please without fuss. 

You hope this works because your life depends on it.

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As soon as you reach the King's office, you don't give the guards room to lead you inside; you quickly enter the room and shut the doors behind you.

The King looks up from his work and takes a look at you before returning to his work. “Eager to see me, are you?” Ignoring him, you walk with quick steps and force him to look at you clearly. Grabbing his face, you turn him to look at you. The power that you just used is starting to take a toll on your body. Slowly, you can feel the blood dripping from your nose. When the look on your face finally registers to him, he immediately springs up. 

You place your fingers on his mouth to shush him.

You begin to feel tears forming in your eyes as you speak to him. But you know better than to let them fall; you are stronger than this. You just can't believe this is truly going to be your new life. You didn’t think the assassinations would start with less than a day of your reign. Maybe a week or two, but not now. You speak in a hushed tone.  “There are two guards outside who want me dead. I had to tap into my powers to figure it out.”

He nods and takes a step back before walking over to a sword he has hanging on a nearby wall. Before he has the chance to do something, a commotion erupts behind the doors, followed by three knocks. “Your Majesties, please open the door; there are two guards outside who are working against the crown!”

As soon as Miguel opens the door, he has his sword drawn, and he's pointing it at the guards. You nearly gasp when you see two guards on the floor with blood pooling from under them. But the ones on the floor aren't the ones you felt hatred from. It's the two guards who were protecting you before. Oh my gosh, innocent men just died because of you. Thank the gods you see no signs of your ladies in waiting.

“Your Majesty, these two guards made a suggestive comment about the Queen, and then, when we didn't agree, they drew their swords and tried to attack us.” You watch as your husband sends you a look from out of the corner of his eyes as if to ask you if that's true. With no hesitation, you shake your head. 

Your eyes aren’t even able to comprehend the speed at which he moves. 

Without thinking, you head to a corner of the room to give yourself some sort of protection. Everything happened so fast, all you hear is the clashing of swords, a body dropping to the floor, and grunting, which you're sure came from one of the guards, to the sound of another body hitting the floor. When you hear nothing but silence, you say nothing, practically holding your breath as you wait for the king to step back into the room. 

When he finally steps into the room, you note the blood that stains his sword. He says nothing and walks over to the rope that calls for his guards and yanks on it 3 times. Grabbing a napkin from his desk, he silently wipes the blood off his swords. When he’s done, he puts it back on the wall and makes his way towards you. The closer he gets, the more you realize there are drops of blood on his face, and you can’t help but grimace at the sight of it. 

He speaks through gritted teeth. “From now on, wherever you go, I go. Where you sleep, I sleep. When I have free time, you have free time. I will never let you out of my sight again, you hear me?”

“You can’t possibly make that happen. We agreed to put on a show in front of the Kingdom and in front of the court, but I can’t possibly remain by your side like some lap dog every moment of the day. I have my own life to live, and it will not end just because I’m married to you.” You can’t help but feel angry as you speak to him. How dare he think you will allow him to control every aspect of your life without you protesting? You begin to push at his chest. You don’t want him near you right now.

You expect that to stop him from speaking, but it does the opposite. “In front of Our Kingdom and in front of Our Court, so long as you wear my colors and have my name, you are my responsibility. You are not dying on my watch.” 

“Why do you care so much about my life? I’m sure you can get another wife-” Before you can finish the sentence, he's grabbing both of your arms and pushing you against a wall. The words getting lodged in your throat. This time, he’s in your face, and there's practically no space left between you. “I can see my future, and you're in it. So, yes, over my dead body am I allowing the one woman whom I know is destined to be in my future to die.” His words hit you like a ton of bricks. There's no way that what he’s saying is true. 

You hear the sound of footsteps running down the hall, and by the sounds they make, it’s clear it’s the armour of the guards. Reluctantly, he pushes himself away from you, leaving you stunned and confused. “Your Majesties, are you well?” Your husband speaks for the two of you, and you let him do so. “We are fine, burn these two imposter bodies and give these two royal guards a proper funeral. Let their families know and pay for anything else they may need. Then alert the servants that I want the Queen's stuff to be moved into my chambers no later than 2 hours. The Queen has had a long day and needs to rest.” The guards move without question and hesitation, and begin to work on the bodies. 

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You stare as the last of the servants moves your belongings into his chamber. This truly cannot be happening. Once they exit the room, your ladies in waiting help you bathe and get you dressed for the night.

You don't dare sit on his bed, for all you care, he can take the floor or the ginormous couch he has in his room.

Once your ladies are satisfied with the way you look, Eliza gives your hand a gentle squeeze before apologizing. Before you can ask her what's wrong, she and Tasha quickly leave the room. It's not until you hear the lock turning that you realize the true reason she apologized.

Grabbing the dressing chair, you drag it to the fireplace and pull your knees into your chest. 

As soon as you settle in place, the tears begin to fall.

You knew what you were getting into when you suggested marriage with King O’Hara, but what you didn't know of is the harsh reality you were going to face as soon as he became your husband. You had no other choice; your people needed food, your lands were dying, and now you're forced to live a life where you're constantly looking over your shoulder.

You're not sure how long you spent in front of the fireplace, but once your tears are finally dried, you hear the doorknob giggling and a key turning. Your walls are down, and you know whoever is coming into your room is not out to kill you.

Once your husband steps fully into the room, you turn away and face the fireplace again. As much as you don't want to speak to him right now, you need answers. If what he says is true means that someone in his bloodline is a seer, but seers are supposed to be extinct a long, long time ago. That means they hid this from the rest of society, which is very much illegal.

“Go to bed, you've had a long day,” He sounds tired and drained, almost, but you ignore that. “You do not dictate when I can sleep, either. And our conversation is not over. If what you're telling me is true, then we can both get locked up for lying despite our status.” 

When you turn your head to face him, he's angrily unbuttoning his shirt, and you are met with his bare back.

“We are not having this conversation, goodnight.” He shuts you down again, and this time, you don't back down. If he wants a fight, you can give him one. “No, we are going to have this conversation now. Is it true that you are a seer? If it is, tell me exactly what you saw.”

He begins to look through his drawers with the utmost care, as if you aren't asking him something important. “I cannot do that, I've already said too much, and if you want to make sure your kingdom gets what they need, it's important that you keep what you heard to yourself.”

You ignore his threat and get right up in his face for what feels like the millionth time for the day. “Tell me what you saw in that vision, or so help me, O’Hara.”

He lets out a breath of exasperation before turning away from you and in the direction of the bed. “I saw us…happy and sitting in the very same hall we had breakfast in, but with a child in our hands.” You roll your eyes in disbelief, maybe you're being too harsh, but that doesn't mean you're destined to be his.

“That child could've been anyone else's. Maybe we were babysitting, don't you have siblings? I'm sure it could've been-”

You watch as he shakes his head before turning to find himself a shirt. "The child had your eyes and nose, I'm certain they were ours. Please don't ask me anymore. I've already risked too much by telling you all of this. Now go to bed.”

You open your mouth to speak, trying to sound strong, but you begin to fumble your words.“I-I still don't believe you. But you can take the couch tonight.” You push past him, making sure to bump his shoulder on the way to the side of the bed that you already claimed.

“I am King, I will not take the couch; this night ends with us both sleeping on the bed, whether you like it or not.” You stare at him, hoping he can feel your hatred towards him. Damnit, you've missed the opportunity to use your powers to see if he was telling the truth or not. You're so caught up in your thoughts that you completely miss that he's taking off his pants and putting on new ones.

Quickly, you turn around, deciding it's best to face the wall than face his infuriating face. So not only do you have to figure out if he is lying, you have to figure out who's actively trying to get you killed.

You feel a pillow pressed against your back. “As long as you don't cross this barrier, we'll be fine. Just keep your hands to yourself.”

You hate him so much you can feel it thrumming in your veins. What he says has to be a lie because there's no way you can see yourself having his baby. Let alone being happy with this man.

Most girls would be ecstatic as their servants helped them into their wedding gowns and sent them off to their betrothed. However, you couldn't care less. You're basically signing your own death wish. 

You want nothing more than to curl up by the fire in your workplace with your mages. Instead, you're forced to get married to a King whose brides mysteriously end up dying after 5 years.

“All for the sake of the kingdom,” you murmur as your veil is fitted into your head.

“Oh my sweet girl,” you turn your head to the sound of your mother's voice, and it takes you everything in your power not to cry. Your mom has been your rock throughout this whole ordeal. She has mainly been the one telling you not to go through with this, but there's no other choice. The land your kingdom is on won't last that long. Your people have already been experiencing famine, your crops are dying, and children and adults are getting sick.

You had no choice, but Miguel's land is the only Kingdom near yours that's actually thriving, and the only Kingdom that wants to help yours. You'll think about this some other day, not right now as you spend your last few moments with your mother. “Hi, mama.”

“How are you feeling?” she says as she walks over to you and wraps you in her arms. “I'm okay, I've been better, I'll tell you that.” 

“You'll be okay, you hear me? No daughter of mine will die at the sake of a man. You are strong, you hear me?” as she pulls back, you take note of the tears in her eyes and dab them away.

“It's okay, I'll be fine, I swear.” 

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Once the pianist begins playing, you know it's your cue to walk down the aisle arm in arm with your mom.

You ignore all of the guests and look straight at your soon-to-be husband through your veil. His back is as straight as a rod, and his shoulders are so broad in that suit of his. His hair is gelled back and to the side, and if you weren't so afraid of the unknown of what's to come, you would actually call him….handsome.

Once you reach him, you take a deep breath, looking at your bouquet before raising your head to meet him. The priest begins to say the words that will bind the two of you forever, and it takes some real self-control not to edge away from your soon-to-be husband. After this, O’Hara will send the best of his mages to your land so that your people will prosper. So that your people won't starve, your kingdom's magic is so drained that not even you and the royal members can satisfy it.

“You may now exchange rings.” You remove your left hand, let go of your bouquet, and raise your hand for him to take it. The second his hand comes in contact with yours, a shiver runs down your spine. You then grab the ring from him to place it on his finger. 

“You may now unveil and kiss the bride,” O’Hara lets out a breath before lifting your veil. His eyes roam across your face from your eyes to your nose down to your lips. You wait for him to move to you, not the other way around. His left hand hovers over your face before it rests on your right cheek, and his thumb strokes your face. He then wastes no time pressing his lips against yours.

 You purse your lips together, giving him nothing.

You won't let him get the better of you, apart from his wives mysteriously dying; he's known to have a harem of women and you'll be damned if you'll kiss him back.

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“My bride isn't what I was expecting,” Miguel says out loud to himself as he makes his way to accept congratulations from the King and Queen of neighboring kingdoms. Now, while he has seen you once or twice prior to this, both of you knew there would be no love involved in this marriage. As usual, this is just another political marriage, a favor that both of y'all need. You need his crops, food, best mages, and he needs access to your magic for….personal reasons.

Truly, it's a win-win situation.

After making his rounds throughout the room, he walks over to the table solely for you and him. Miguel tries not to salivate at the sight of you. Your dress is white off the shoulder with a plunging neckline that shows just the right amount of cleavage the rest of the dress flows downwards into a pretty train. Apart from that, you truly are a sight for sore eyes.

The way the candlelight shines on your skin beautifully. Not to mention your plump lips and your defiance. Immediately, when he pressed his lips against yours, he tasted it. You didn't let him in. He's not surprised in the slightest who would want to marry someone whose wives mysteriously die after 5 years of being wed?

Shaking his head as if to shake away his thoughts, he reaches you in two strides, hoping to “try” and enjoy the ceremony with his new wife.

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You watch with guarded eyes as O’Hara, the King of Nueva York…your husband makes his way in your direction, standing a few feet away from you.

“Must you look like you are about to enter the lion's den?” He jests.

You twirl your wine glass twice before answering him. “I'm not the one with 3 dead wives behind me, O’Hara.” His laugh sounds like warm honey, sending shivers down your spine. When you look over at him, he has a wide grin on his face as he looks down at you.  “So you believe the rumors, too, huh?”

You give him a perplexed look. “Well, how can I not? I would be a fool not to take them into consideration since I am now married to you.” You hold up your ring finger for extra measure. “And not to mention the surplus of women you have in your harem, am I expected for you to leave our wedding night just to find you in bed with another woman the morning after?” You say, making sure to hold eye contact with him as every word falls from your lips. He sighs before he speaks. “And you believe that rumor too.” 

You raise your eyebrows expectantly. Was he not listening to the words that you just said?

“Trust me, you will find no women roaming around the halls of our home from now on and until the near future…and I expect that to be the same for you,” he said, the last few words slowly as if he’s hesitant about your reaction to it. You need some form of liquid courage before you answer him, so you gulp down the rest of your wine. “This is a loveless marriage; you can’t expect me to actually remain faithful to you. You're a man who has rumors of bedding any woman who will give him attention, you can’t expect me to believe your words—a man’s word at that.” Your words affect him if the tick in his jaw is anything to go by. Miguel takes an extra step closer to you, and because you’re sitting down, and he’s not, the height difference between you, and the sight of him looking down at you so intently is making you short-circuit. Your magic is thrumming in your veins, almost giving off a light humming sound.

 You hope he can’t hear that.

He leans in with a hand resting on your table and his face mere inches away from your face. He speaks through gritted teeth. “You have my word, Mrs.O’Hara, that I will not fuck anyone who isn’t you, so long as we are bound together in this holy matrimony and I will advise you to do the same otherwise, I can show just how evil I can be” His confession suprises you so much you have to fight the urge in you not rear your head back. You will not show him that you are frazzled by his words, not in the slightest.  “I am only here for the safety of my people and my people only. I’m afraid I cannot offer you what you are…seeking.”

“I’m not asking for love, Mrs. O’Hara, but for respect and for us to reach common ground. This doesn’t have to be a horrible marriage.” Your eyes flicker from his and towards the crowd. You catch a few of them looking at the two of you, weary that you hope there aren’t any mouth readers in here. It would be quite the trouble if people found out what you were saying.

While waiting for your response, he takes a seat and ushers one of the servants to fill both of your glasses with more wine. Once it arrives, he pretends to take a sip, hiding his next words behind the glass and speaking low enough only for you to hear. “And in an effort to make this marriage less daunting for both of us—” He pauses just to take a sip of his wine. “I will not touch you tonight, there is no need for us to consummate our marriage….at least not tonight.” Your head whips towards him so fast you almost give yourself whiplash. “I am not the evil monster they claim me to be—” He pauses ever so slightly as he fiddles with his wine glass. “Despite my previous words, I mean, but we can just make something up so the courts can be satisfied.”

You try not to dwell on the fact that he’s choosing not to use his new profound authority that he is now your husband, by making you do this, “Fine, that works for me. I will begin to make my rounds.” You get up from the table with haste; you will not praise him for doing the bare minimum either. 

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You're in the ballroom, greeting the neighboring kingdom’s King and Mistress Eugene and Simone as you feel a light tap on your shoulder. You politely excuse yourself to turn around just to come face-to-face with your mother. “Mama, I thought you had gone home.” You utter those words so fast, you didn’t even realize the horror that’s etched across her features. Immediately, you draw your magic into her. You were given the ability to calm others with the lightest of touches and have them do as you please, only for a brief moment. That also means you can sense someone's emotions if they can’t conceal them, and right now, your mother is worried beyond compare. Glancing around the dimly lit black and gold ballroom, you try to make note of any private area where you can speak to your mother.

You make sure to look her in the eyes as you speak so your magic can truly work. “We’re going to go into that room, and you’re going to tell me what's wrong, okay.” She nods before you gently grab her arms, whisking her out of the room away from prying eyes so you can speak to her privately. 

You do a quick sweep of the room, surveying to make sure you don’t feel any heightened emotions while being in this room, before you turn back to face your mom. “Mama, is everything okay? Why-”     

She cuts you off. “I’m so sorry I failed you. Please, it’s not too late to back out of this—we’ll figure something out, I swear-” It’s then your time to cut her off because you have no idea what she is talking about. You shake her arms gently to ground her and to stop her from moving around too much.  “Mother, slow down, you’re scaring me. Just breathe, okay.” You help her catch her breath to get her to speak at a normal pace. “I overheard one of the people of Nueva York speak of their marriage customs, a-and it’s disgusting. They said everyone would watch as you both consummated the marriage, and to make sure that this marriage is truly real, they changed the regular bed into a magical one. The bed will glow—or shine some light to show that you have reached….your peak.” You try to digest this as much as possible, but you can’t help it as you try to understand the last few words. “As I reached my peak?” You question the words as they come out slowly, as if you are trying to understand them yourself. 

Your mother replies with a hasty nod. Mentally, you curse yourself because you were so focused on something else that you completely missed the emotions pouring out of your stupid husband. Whenever you're in big spaces, you block out everyone else's emotions. It’s hard and takes a lot of work, but you manage. So how did you miss it? How did you miss his deceit as he spoke to you? There's no way he didn’t know about this, and over your dead body will you keep quiet about this.   

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Miguel looks around his ballroom, trying to catch sight of his new bride. Ever since you stormed out with your mother, he’s been concerned. And not because people started giving him looks because his wife has disappeared, leaving him alone to deal with everyone.

 No, no, that’s not the case; he just really wants to know where his wife is, that’s all. But he would rather you stormed out with your mother than with another guest…a male guest to be exact. Miguel is not a patient man, never was, and never has been, so he takes matters into his own hands and decides to look for you on his own.     

Disappearing down the hall, he’s about to start opening random doors when one of them unlocks, and you storm out. He’s not sure what has happened from then to now, but he’s sure you didn’t have that murderous look on your face before you left.  “Your court is just as disgusting as you are if you think for one second that I’m going to let you touch me. You ask for my trust, but you spew lies before our reception can even conclude.”  Miguel's eyebrow furrows as he tries to understand what you're saying. “I have no idea what you're talking about, and would you lower your voice?” He says the last words through gritted teeth and takes a step forward. “Don’t tell me to lower my voice, you lied to me, gave me false hope, and all for what with a hope that you can get your dick wet-” Putting up his hands in defence, he cuts you off so he could truly understand what’s going on. “Speak slowly, I can assure you that I have not done what you think I’ve done. What did my court say to you?”

He watches as you let out a huff, drawing out all of your air in your lungs before speaking again. “They didn’t say anything to me, but my mother overheard them talking. In order for my people to receive what was agreed, we have to consummate the marriage and prove to your court that we are suitable for each other. Not only do we have fuck in front of them, but they will know if I cum. You and your court's customs are sick, I-”

Miguel has to cut you off before you go any further. “I truly have no idea what you're talking about; that marriage custom hasn't been used in hundreds of years. Tonight we were supposed to consummate our marriage, yes, but it wasn't supposed to be seen by others. I was going to have someone stand outside our doors. It's the only way they would truly be satisfied. I didn't speak of a magic-infused bed.” Before Miguel continues, he pauses, making sure to say his words gently.

“Are you sure your mother heard correctly? It's possible-” 

“Don't do that, I believe my mama wholeheartedly, and I didn't feel any deceit coming from her if someone forced her to say this.” Miguel thinks it over for a second before dropping it. He is confident in your ability to read emotions. Hell, he needs to be if he's to use your magic to help him determine who's been killing his wives.

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“Well, my dearest wife, it seems like someone is already trying to prevent us from getting married.” As you stare up at him, you can't help but notice the tic in his jaw. “Well, how do you expect me to just go along with this. My people, we need food, we need help, and no one except for you and your kingdom was willing to help us. O’Hara, this union needs to work my people-” You stop in your tracks when you feel your emotions reaching an all-time high. A lot of people are depending on you. After the death of your father, you and your mom have been running this kingdom for as long as you can remember, and the fact that there's only one other kingdom that is run by a woman is concerning. Maybe the nearby kingdoms are doing this to see you fail. Each meeting with the courts and their fellow kings forces you to stand your ground and showcase your abilities more than a king should. And all because you're a woman.

You feel an arm squeezing your forearm, and you reach out into his emotions to see if there’s any deceit. But there isn’t, he’s calm as he can be, which is a stark difference from yours. Forcing yourself to remain calm, you count down to one, lightly shaking your hands out as you do. 

You're about to say something else when a hand closes around your wrist, forcing you to stop moving. “Just relax, I'm sure there's something we can do before the consummation ceremony.”

“There should be no consummation ceremony, O’Hara,” you say through gritted teeth.

“We'll figure it out. I'll ask my people to see what they know. We only have less than an hour before that happens.”

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For the remainder of the ceremony, you follow him as he walks around to speak to his court. It was clear no one wants to fess up, but it’s also clear that no one wants to talk to him while you're with him. They give you sideways glances and up-downs; their hatred for you was as clear as day, and one would be a fool if they missed it.

The hate dripping off from O’Hara’s court is almost suffocating.

By the time you spoke to your mother and wished her and the rest of the guests attending your wedding farewell, it was time for the consummation ceremony. O’Hara, unfortunately, gathered nothing. Nothing to prove that those on his court were in the wrong, absolutely nothing. You thought his court feared him; if they truly did, would they have really gone behind his back like that, and on his wedding day, no less?

It is clear that you won’t be safe here; there will be people in his court trying to embarrass and belittle you every chance they get. Quietly, you follow your ladies in waiting, one from your own kingdom and one from his, to a room to get ready. You didn’t even have the chance to speak to the man before you both were whisked away in opposite directions. Your curls are now hanging down your back, and there are mini gems etched into your hair now. They've retouched your makeup again, adding some sort of shine to your lips and blush to enhance the color of your cheeks. 

The ladies help you out of your wedding gown and into a shift that is basically see-through. You’re practically going to be walking through the hallways naked for everyone to see. But as the ladies in waiting continue to get you ready for the night to come, you look up at the woman whose name you still do not know. “If you don’t mind me asking, what is your name?” You look up at her in earnest, genuinely trying to get to know her, but she looks taken aback at your words. 

Now you wonder if you said something wrong. In your kingdom, all of the royal members in your court, including yourself, know the staff's names. Is that not how they do things here?

“Did I say something to offend you-” 

She immediately begins shaking her head. “N-No, my lady, you have not offended me; it's just that no one has asked for my name before. I'm just taken aback, that's all.” You and your lady-in-waiting, Eliza, share a look. “It’s Tasha, my lady, but please call me your lady in waiting; there's no need to call me by my name.” You let out a sigh as she begins to fuss with your hair that’s already perfectly fine. “Does O’Hara not know-” 

“No, no, no, my queen, of course he does know my name, it’s just that none of the past brides have paid me any attention before. But please do not worry, and for what it’s worth, I’m sorry about tonight. Strangely, after all of these years, there’s a consummation ceremony.” Her last few words ground you, bring you back to reality if you will.

“Thank you, Tasha. I am just as shocked as you are.” You allow them to finish, get you ready, as your mind works at 100 miles per hour. You're not even sure of how this is supposed to go. Is his court really going to sit back and watch the two of you have sex? You give yourself a quick once-over in the mirror before making your way out the door.

 It’s now or never.

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When you walk into the room, you immediately take in your surroundings. There are at least 5 members of his court sitting in a row of chairs. Before you do anything else, you use your magic to determine the emotions that are radiating off of his court. Trying not to make it look obvious, you quickly scan them, making sure you hold eye contact with them long enough to show them that you mean business, but not to be disrespectful.

Well then again, you are now their Queen.

So if anyone is in the wrong, it would be them, not you.

So far, everyone's emotions seem normal. There's a sense of urgency; someone's excited, and you almost blanch as you feel that emotion. Someone is nervous, someone is feeling arrogant, you almost roll your eyes at that emotion, and the last person is….oh, you can't feel this person's emotions. Someone in here is completely sheltering their emotions. It's almost as if they aren't feeling anything, but you know that's not the case. But you won’t be able to know who it is for sure until you can speak to them.

You would consider it to be a very large room if it weren't for the sheer white curtain that's splitting the side of the room in the middle. Your eyes dart around the room, looking for your husband when you hear someone clearing their throat from behind you.

You turn around at the sound and come face-to-face with your betrothed. You look up at him, meeting his eyes before soaking in the rest of him. His hair is wet and pushed back away from his face as if he just ran his fingers through his hair. He's wearing a loose white shirt with the laces undone and a pair of pants to match.

He looks decent. With a sigh, you avert your gaze because he looks more than decent to you. But you won’t tell him that at all. You practically jump when you feel a finger underneath your chin, guiding your face to his. “Get on the bed, Mrs. O’Hara,” he whispers against your lips.

“Who do you think-” You begin to speak, but he lets out an exasperated sigh. “Please, Mrs. O’Hara.” If you weren’t so in control of your emotions, you would’ve reared your head back in surprise. Taken aback by his ability to have manners, you give him a curt nod and make your way to the curtains. You part them and reveal a queen-size bed with white sheets and gold accents. You make note of the way the bed is facing away from the thin sheet if you are positive this prevents the people watching from getting a full view of everything.

Hesitantly, you sit on the edge of the bed, unsure what to do next. Your position as queen hasn’t even been a full day, and you’re already on shaky ground; the last thing you want to do is upset them further.

You turn in the direction of the sound of O’Hara speaking to a few members of his court. “I'm sure it is a surprise to everyone that we are honoring past traditions, but this union with my new bride seemed like the perfect time to bring back past traditions, but with a new twist.” He then shakes each member's hand and passes through the white curtain. 

Your gaze locks with his, and you watch his throat bob as he swallows. He walks up to you until there's nothing but an inch of space left between the two of you, and just like earlier in the evening, you find yourself looking up at him. “This is the most that I could do on such short notice. Hopefully, there are no more surprises from my court.” He pauses before continuing. “ —but it feels as if I already signed my demise by just saying those words.” You continue to watch him, using this moment to feel out his emotions, and once again, just like last time, you don’t feel any negative emotions rolling off of him. 

“Are there any rules I should know before we do this?” You question as your eyes dart across the room for anything that can help you in this situation. You’re about to consummate your marriage with a King whose wives mysteriously die after 5 years of being married to him. When he notices your eyes wandering, he is quick to guide them back to his face with a tilt of your head. “Don’t worry, you're in good hands, Mrs.O’Hara. My job here is to quite literally please you, and if I fail at this, both of our kingdoms are at stake.” You can’t help but nod at his words; there's nothing the two of you could’ve done to prevent this from happening. 

“So let’s give them what they want. They want a show, so let’s give them one.” You watch as a smirk appears on his face. Without wasting any more time, he leans in to close the distance between the two of you, but you rear your head back just before his lips can touch yours. You both may have to come to a truce right now at this moment, but you won’t give in that easily.

Inching yourself further on the bed, you don’t stop until your back touches the plump satin pillows. He quirks his eyebrow, not being able to mask his surprise quickly enough; you can practically feel it radiating off of him. “Oh…is that how you want to play?” He gives you a calculated stare. You watch as his eyes make their way down the length of your body. Slowly, he walks to the front of the bed, unfastening the ties of his shirt, then pulls it over his head. Stopping at the foot of the bed, he drags his eyes down your body once again before he kneels on the bed. Right before he can reach you again, you're pressing your feet against his chest to stop him.

With a slight shake of your head, you say, “You have to work for this, Mr. O’Hara.” You try not to fill yourself with too much pride as you catch a glimpse of a tic in his jaw. If he wants to make you cum he’s going to have to work for it, and no, it’s not going to be easy, but you're not going to just let him spend minutes fucking you knowing that you can’t cum from that alone. You tilt your chin up a little further; you are now his Queen, you will not be embarrassed by this. Keeping your voice low enough so your words can only be heard by him, you say,   “I can’t cum from just penetration, Mr.O’Hara, you will have to—” He cuts you off.

“That won’t be a problem for me, just relax and let me take care of you.” You give him a brief nod and watch as he grabs your foot that's on his chest and places a kiss on your ankle. With his eyes never leaving yours, he places a kiss on the inside of your leg, starting from your heel and stopping in the middle of your thigh. Your shift is now bunched up right below your ass. If he were to push it up a little more, he would reveal your pussy. The ladies in waiting thought it would be better if you didn’t wear any undergarments tonight. You draw out a breath as you lock eyes, gods, above. Is this really happening right now?  

Without wanting to delay this any further, you raise your hips in order to let the shift pass over your hips. Miguel then does what he did to your left leg to your right leg, and then finally, he spreads your thighs apart and places a kiss directly on your cunt. He takes his time eating you out slowly, and he drags the tip of his tongue from your entrance to your clit. He does this over and over before he begins to suck your pussy. You lose track of how long he spends in between your thighs, but by the time he leaves your pussy with a ‘pop’ sound, a thin sheet of sweat makes your nightgown cling to your skin. Your breaths are laboured as you watch him rise on his knees and undo the laces on his pants. Shamelessly, you take that time to admire his body. You hate to say it, but the way his arms flex as he loosens his pants is doing something to you. 

You practically roll your eyes as the thought passes your mind. He's probably doing this for show, and here you are like a deer in headlights, mindlessly gawking. You're not sure what he plans on doing next, so you wait patiently until he makes the next move. Since he is the one who has to please you, the ball is in his court.

As he gets back on the bed, he is now fully bare and his thick cock glistening as the light shines on it. His tip is red, and a small bead of precum is spilling from it.

He then grabs you by the waist, right below where the shift is, and begins to lift it upwards. “Lift your arms up for me, Mrs.O’Hara.” You're sure he's doing this to annoy you, but you feel him drawing out your new last name, and you are certain he says it loud enough for his court outside to hear. You lift your arms, and he tosses your shift closer to the sheer curtain.

You let out a yelp when he moves backwards, only to grab your thighs and pull you down to meet him. Now his thick, veiny cock is resting against your wet pussy.

“A warning would've been nice.” You say as you pinch his arms that's now caging you in. “ I already took away their ability to see us. The more sounds you make, the better they won’t really believe us if they can’t hear anything.”

The words leave your lips before you have the chance to take them back. “Will you be making any sounds then?” 

You watch his brows furrow as he looks down at you. “Do you want me to be vocal when we fuck? Most women—” He pauses his sentence as if realizing that it's not wise to talk about his past endeavors with women while he’s about to be intimate with you. Briefly turning his head away, he says, “—I’ve heard that some would rather if a man is on the quieter side.”

You speak your next words slowly. “Well, I am not most women, it would be best if I weren’t the only one being vocal. Well, that’s if you are even able to please me in the first place.” You know you are playing with fire, but you can’t help but add to the flame.

He says nothing and leans down, resting on his forearms as he presses a kiss on your neck. You move your head to the side to give him more access, and he greedily accepts. He makes his way down your body from between the valley of your breasts to stop right at your pelvic bone. He then moves back up and places a kiss on each of your breasts before sucking gently on each nipple.

You can't help but let out a hiss as he grazes your nipples with his teeth, hardening them into points. He then rears back and rests on his knees, and once again, you find him slowly taking you in. Does he not know how intense his gaze is?

If you weren't strong enough, you probably would've forced yourself to hide your body from being under his gaze for too long. But you are strong enough, and you aren't going to let him get to you. Honestly, if anything, his gaze makes you want to jut out your breasts a little more by arching your back.

But you don't.

You stay right where you are.

He then takes his cock in his hand and smears the precum along your clit. He moves his cock around in circles against your clit; the action is creating almost the perfect amount of friction. But he doesn't keep going, he stops and slowly drags his cock down until he finds your entrance.

You feel every inch of him, and it almost feels like you can feel every vein etched on his cock as well. He might have one of the biggest egos you know, but he certainly isn't lacking. You think he's thicker than any partner that you've previously had.

Your back arches as he lets out a breathy “Fuck” the deeper he gets. Oh gods, is he still not fully seated, yet you already feel so full you're not sure how much more-

You reach up and grab onto each of his forearms. “F-Fuck O’Hara, wait, you're too—” your words get lodged in your throat. Damnit, you didn't think your voice was loud, but the snickering from the men behind you is saying otherwise. But as you take in the expression of the man on top of you, there's not a smirk on his face, and he certainly isn't laughing. He stares at you almost carefully.

Emphasis on ‘carefully’.

“This is fine, I can work with this.” You nod, and he nods back, looking down at where your bodies are joined. He slowly begins to move. He rests a hand on your waist and uses his other hand to push your thighs further apart. O’Hara continues to move slowly, moving his hips as he works in and out of you. Slowly, without even releasing, he begins to sink deeper and deeper into you. Now, when he pushes himself back in, he’s buried to the hilt with his pelvis meeting yours. A few of his curls fall into his eyes, and without thinking, you gently push them away, tucking them behind his ear. His hips slow mid thrust, and his eyes dart to yours and give you another quick nod.

“For someone saying they are going to be vocal, you sure are doing the opposite,” you say breathlessly. 

“Well, your highness, we are just getting started.” With just your luck, your words spark, maybe even ignite something within him because now he won’t keep his mouth shut. Leaning forward while still working his hips, he latches onto one of your nipples. Removes his hand from your waist to play with the other nipple, flicking and rolling it between his fingers. He leaves your breast with a ‘pop’ sound, and you're forced to look down at him.

 “Do you want me to let you know how well you taste, Wife?” You expect him to wait for you to say something, but he doesn’t; he keeps going. “Do you want me to tell you how long I dreamed about tasting you since the moment you signed the papers that made you legally mine?” He says through gritted teeth, urging his hips to go faster. Your chest is moving up and down rapidly with every breath that you take. A sheen line of sweat is forming on your skin, and he's making your bodies glide against each other.

O’Hara’s heavy breathing as he continues to thrust into you. It’s not long before you can feel the moans falling from your lips. You've tried to keep them concealed as much as possible, but you’re afraid you might give yourself a busted lip in the process. Still, to at least keep some form of your dignity, you are trying to keep them as low as possible, so only he can hear them. 

You feel his hips slow down before he pulls out completely. “Turn around and spread your legs wide.” Breathlessly, you do as he says, while trying to gather yourself, you take in a deep breath, but before you can fully relish in the moment, he’s entering you again.  “F-Fuck O’Hara.” Immediately as the words fall from your lips, you regret them; you really don’t want to let him know how much your body is being affected by this. But after all, isn’t this the whole point? He’s supposed to fuck you well enough till you cum, so his court can approve your marriage. You hear him laugh behind you. “Don’t worry, you can take it, right?” He says with a slightly mocking tone. 

You’ve made up your mind that you’re not going to play this game with him. The quicker you cum, the quicker you can get this over with, but you can’t get there unless you let go. 

At least for tonight.

Arching your back until your breasts are pressed into the sheets, you push your ass into him, meeting his thrusts. Flipping your curls to the side, you look over your shoulder to look him in the eye. “Fuck me harder, O’Hara, you can do better than that, can’t you?”

This earns a smack against your ass, and he reaches a hand over your waist to finally play with your clit. The bed is moving with each of your thrusts so much that a pillow falls onto the ground. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the finish line. That familiar pit in your stomach builds as he continues to rub your clit. This time, you moan freely into the sheets, over your shoulder, making sure your mouth isn’t covered so he can hear you, but right before you can reach your peak, he’s urging you to flip over again to face him.

Letting out a displeased groan, you reach down and guide his cock back into your aching pussy. “Please, I need my husband inside of me.” You whimper, and you watch as he looks at you questioningly, and you feel a spike of confusion rolling off of him. You can feel his want to say something, but you shake your head ‘no’, he doesn’t need to know that you’re letting your mask slip just for this moment.

He gets the memo…or at least you think he does as he trails one of his large, veiny hands down your body and begins to speak to you. “My wife is so beautiful, how the fuck did I get so lucky?” He reaches over, grabs a pillow, and places it right above your ass, and his thrusts pick up again, and it’s not like the pace he’s had from before; now he’s giving it to you hard and fast.

Leaning down on his forearms again, he holds himself with his mouth hovering right above yours, just a few more inches, and your lips would touch. Then slowly you feel him drag one hand down to your clit, your body jolts at the contact.“My wife is so pretty, tell me you're so fucking pretty.” You want to question him, but you don’t, so you just repeat after him. “I’m so fucking pretty,” You pant into his mouth in between moans, and he hums in approval.

“You’re so fucking perfect, and I get to say that ‘you’re my wife.’” You whimper at his words as you stare into his eyes. You're unsure of what you should say or do, so you do nothing. You sit back and let your husband please you until you’re cumming on his cock. 

The circles he makes on your clit increase, and you can feel your body jolting slightly as you reach your orgasm. “M’cumming—” Is all you manage to get out before you begin to feel your legs shake. “I’m g-gonna cum inside my wife's pussy—” You dig your heels into his back to keep him in place as your moans echo throughout the room.

“That’s it, baby, milk my cock.” He encourages, and you feel his cum spilling inside of you. You’re surprised when he moans into your ears, loud enough that you're certain his court heard him.

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You both lie there catching your breath, and you slowly open your eyes. You didn’t realize it, but at some point while you were cumming he pulled your hand to reach the headboard. The light it emits is beautiful. It's a soft red hue that fills the room now. The red is so soft it can almost be considered pink.

Before you even have the means to say something to O’Hara, claps, which are slow to start, can be heard on the opposite side of the room. Suddenly, it feels like a cold bucket of water was thrown on you, but you mask it with indifference and slowly begin to urge O’Hara off of you. Thankfully, he complies and removes himself from you slowly, and that earns a hiss from him.

You begin to look for your shift that's probably lying somewhere on the ground, so you can put it on. Your legs ache from holding them wide for so long. You don't even bother looking at yourself in the mirror because you know your curls are a mess and there's probably a red hickey on your neck.

O’Hara is the first one to dress, and he does it in front of the sheer curtain so that they can purposefully see him get dressed. As you feel his cum sliding down your legs, you oddly have the urge to push it back into you, but you're not stupid, so you ignore it. 

Grabbing your hand, he leads you through the sheer curtains to face his court, and they sing praises to both of you until they file out one by one. 

O’Hara clears his throat before he speaks, looking unsure as ever. “Are you alright? Back there I-”

“Let us forget it. What's done is done; we both got what was needed for the sake of our kingdoms, and I wish not to speak of this night again. If you will” 

He runs his fingers through his damp hair and looks around the room before his gaze settles on you. His ‘unease’ and ‘confusion’ are bothering you. It’s practically clawing at you, climbing up your body until it can sink its nails into you. Goddammnit, does he not know how to control his emotions at all? You take a step back from him and fiddle with your fingers as you try to tune him out.  “Control yourself and your emotions, O’Hara.” You seethe at him, practically baring your teeth as you speak.  You expect him to back away from you, but he takes a step forward. “My emotions? You can feel them right now?” He questions.

“Yes, I can, and you’re making it unbearable just to stand in the same room as you. There’s no need for you to be ‘uneasy’ or ‘confused.’” As the words leave your lips, he’s taking another step towards you. 

“Are you sure that’s all I’m feeling right now?” He questions with a tilt of his head. 

“How dare you question my abilities?” You say, and your voice rises an octave. He has some nerve.

Shaking his head, he pulls you closer to him by grabbing your shift placing your body against his. “Dig deeper. I am feeling much more than confusion and unease” Reluctantly, you listen to his words and dig deeper so you can see whatever he’s putting down. It makes no sense why he is trying to get you to learn his emotions. But as you look into his eyes and use your magic to find what he’s asking of you, you realize he was correct.  His desire and need barrels into you easily, pushing away his ‘unease’ and ‘confusion’ to the side as if they were never there. Rolling your eyes, you pry your shift out of his hands and untangle your body from his. 

He’s a man, of course, he would still be turned on you just had sex with him.

“This conversation is over. Have a good night, O’Hara.” You turn to leave, but his words stop you briefly before you can walk out the door.

•°~°•

“Did you ever love me?” Ghost looks down at you with no emotion in his eyes. He knew it would come to this. He knew that he wasn't made for love; he knew he was never the guy who got the pretty girls. He knew all this, and yet he still decided to keep you. 

Have you shackle down to a man like him.

A man so broken.

A man so tormented.

A man like him is not supposed to have a happily ever after. But you made him want one. You made him want something so out of his reach. Ghost watches as tears stream down your face. Even now, as he knows that he's the reason for your tears, he wants to wipe them away.

Shamelessly, he turns his head away from you. This is probably the last time you'll both ever be in a shared space together. He should soak up every minute he has left with you, but he can't. Not when he knows he's what caused this relationship to end. No matter what he says, it will hurt you either way.

“You deserve better than me” Your eyes turn wide as hate begins to morph into your features.  

“I've tried to communicate with you, but how can I help you if you won't even help yourself. Please don't put another person through this. If you cared about me at al,l you would not put anyone through what I've gone through over the last 3 years with you” He opens his mouth to speak, but decides against it and watches as you gather your purse and jacket and storm out of your house and out of his life.

Simon has been nothing but an empty shell since the loss of his captain. You tried to help him grieve, you gave him time and space, but it just wasn't enough. The sight of you begins to agitate him. How can you be so happy and cheerful when his whole life just got turned upside down? Working a job like this, Ghost was used to losing men, but not his Captain.

Losing Captain Price was the last straw he had. 

You didn't deserve this version of him.

Hell, he didn't deserve you.

But that didn't stop him from pushing you away, now did it?

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10 years later

Simon never thought he would see the day that he was a retired man from the military. This life is all he ever knew.

This life was all he had.

Without the military, without his unit who is he?

Without all the pain he faced and endured, who is he?

It was hard as he embarked on the journey of finding who he was. He didn't even have hobbies. Everyday he sat at the edge of his couch waiting for the worst to happen waiting for the gunshots and explosions. But they never came. Simon's mind drifts back to all those years ago to you telling him that he needs therapy. It's been 13 years since then so maybe he should actually listen to you for once in his life.

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Therapy was hard. The first 10 sessions were a waste of his money. He did nothing but sit on the couch and stare at the therapist. It makes no sense how the hell is he supposed to tell a regular civilian all that he has endured over the past few decades?

It took him years to get it right but he figured it out like he always does. There's still some things he could never share but he did what he could. With a life like his he was never meant to live.

Quietly he walks out of his last therapy session of the week subtly checking his perimeters as he leaves the office. It's a sunny day which he hates because the lack of his baklava causes the sun to directly hit his face. Stuffing his hands in his jeans Simon walks to his car and starts the engine. The last thing on his list is grocery shopping. He's about to pull off when a sound he's never thought he'd heard again is ringing in his ears loud and clear.

Your laugh.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, his eyes dart to every person walking in his line of vision, searching for you. Searching for the woman he let go.

Searching for the woman he never stopped loving.

His eyes bounce from woman to woman. Dam,n it's been 10 years, will he even know what you look like? What if he sees you and he doesn't-

There you are.

There you are in all of your glory. Your curls bounce with each step that you take, the sun hitting your skin wonderfully. You look so happy, happier than he last saw you. That day, you stormed out. He left for a mission right after that, and when he came home months later, the place was cleared of your stuff as if you had never been there.

Then he sees the miniature version of you. The kid has to be no more than 4 years old. She has your eyes and nose. If only he had listened. If only he had communicated. Would that kid be his? Would you have stayed?

He wants to go up to speak to you and see if you are okay, but his feet don't move. Maybe it's best that you don't see the man he turned out to be. Turning his blinker on, Simon turns into the street and drives straight home. The groceries can wait.

•°~°•

Every day without fail, Simon catches glimpses of you and your daughter. But sometimes you're alone. It wasn't his plan, but for some odd reason, he couldn't seem to shake you. Every time he saw you, he was reminded of the woman he lost. Sometimes there was a voice in the back of his head that wanted you to look at him. That wanted you to see the man he turned into. Would your face turn up in disgust, or would you ignore him altogether?

Lost in his own thoughts, Simon is too busy skipping rocks into the pond that he doesn't catch you watching him. It isn't until your footsteps draw close that he takes his eyes off the rocks.

“Simon? Is that you?” You say while tucking a curl behind your ear. God, how he missed that nervous habit of yours.

“Hey,” he says back, unsure of what to say. “Why are you out here all alone? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah everything is fine I have nothing else to do with my spare time now that I've retired” The gasp that leaves your lips saddens him for some odd reason. What makes it even worse is how shiny your eyes look all of a sudden.

“I'm sorry I know how much they all mean to you. I hope everyone is okay” A beat passes before you speak again. “I hope you're okay Simon?” You say it more as a question than a statement he realizes and he takes his time to think it over. 

Is he okay?

Is he truly okay?

“I'm getting there. I don't think I'll ever truly be okay but I'm content with the way things are going. Therapy has unfortunately helped a lot” He blurts out unexpectedly. 

That gets you choked up a bit. “Simon wow I don't know what to say. I never thought you…” 

He lets out a huff. “Yeah I get it there's no need to explain” He has to bring the conversation back to you. “Are you happy?”

The question catches you off guard but you respond anyway. “I-I think so…yeah I'm pretty happy my baby girl just turned 4 and my husband is great—he’s so caring to me and our daughter” 

As soon as those words leave your lips, Simon feels a slight pain in his chest. He should've known a woman as gentle, kind, and understanding as you wouldn't be single. Wasn't he the one who told you you deserve better? He can't be upset that you actually did exactly that. He had eight years with you, and he spent the last three treating you like a nuisance instead of allowing himself to grieve properly. Right before he went on the mission that changed everything, he was ready to get down on one knee. But then the worst happens, and Simon couldn't stand you being so perfect while his life was falling apart. Your once soft, soothing touches left him burning. He was supposed to protect Price that day, but he couldn't, and if he couldn't protect his own fucking Captain, how could he protect you, the love of his life? The only person who made a difference in his life.

The thought of him losing you consumed him so much that he pushed you away. Snapping at you for the littlest things. Three years you endured his behavior until it was too much to bear. 

“I'm happy for you. I really am,” he says while he brings himself down to reality. The pain in his voice is not concealed as he wanted it to be, but it's okay. He'll manage seeing you happy is more than enough for him.

“Mommy, where are you?” A soft voice calls out from a few hundred feet behind you. By the way your head turned, he knew that was your daughter calling.

He takes a step back and lets out a deep breath. “There's just one thing I wish to tell you before you go”

“Simon I-” you say as you take a step forward.

“Just one thing, there's no amount of words that I can say that will make up for what I've done. But being with you for those five years of my life was the best thing that has ever happened to me. You are strong and too caring for your own good. You treated my unit like your own. It wasn't your job to fix me; I had to fix myself. I'm sorry for those last 3 years I knew you were also grieving, but the thought of losing you became too much to bear. I'm glad you got your happily ever after”

Tears are running down your face while a single tear threatens to roll down his. When you reach out to grab his hand, he happily obliges this time; he knows this will be the last time he'll ever get the chance to do so. “Simon, you are stronger than you'll ever know. I admire you so much. I hope you can reach that level of peace that you deserve”

Professor!Nanami was always the type to come in everyday with a three piece suit and with a matching tie. The women in University always giggle every time they catch a glimpse of him walking in the hallways. There will always be a fight to get into his classes at the beginning of every semester.

You're always one to appreciate an attractive man but you hated the ways everyone would act like love sick folks whenever he was around. So naturally you didn't pay him no mind. Unbeknownst to you you missed all the times he was caught staring at you while you were packing up your things. All the times the sight of your bare legs had his cock straining against his trousers.

You never thought you would see him again so imagine your surprise when you run into him at a bar 2 years after graduation.

His 5 o’clock shadow is the first thing you see as your eyes drag across his face. Is it bad that you want him to notice you now? You never wanted his attention or even cared for him while in Uni but now that you're a grown woman and not a confused college student you Want. Him.

The sight of him has your pussy throbbing with need.

Literally.

Maybe you should say something to him you have a condom in your purse so if you hit it off with him you would be—

“Do you plan on staring at me all night?” He turns to face you fully. Now you can see how tired he looks. The bags beneath his eyes aren't prominent yet—but it's visible. Oddly enough that makes you want him even more.

“Sorry I was just-” He cuts you off with a smile and a wave of his hands. “Trust me with a woman as pretty as yourself there's no need to apologize I just couldn't figure out the right words to tell you myself” You both spend the next hour talking to each other about simple mundane things. Does he not know who you are? There has been no bit of recognition on his face from what you could tell.

Playing with the rim of your glass you try to listen to the words that are spilling from his lips but all you can think about is him putting those lips elsewhere. You're not even ashamed of the words that you're about to say. “Do you wanna get out of here?” Your words catch him off guard, you realize. His eyes widen just a smidge and he stutters.

Professor Namani stuttering? Yeah that's unheard of.

“Is that what you want?” He says putting down his drink and loosening his tie. You swear his voice just dropped two octaves. You give him a nod and he goes to pay for your tab and his. He leads you out of the bar with your hand in his.

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Professor!Namani to you always seemed like a soft and gentle lover in the bedroom. You never would've thought he would like it rough. But as you feel him tightening his tie around your wrist behind your back you realize you were oh so wrong.

His hips snap back and forth the sound of his balls hitting your ass echoes throughout the room. You've both orgasmed already but he clearly shows no signs of stopping. “Such a pretty little thing like you for giving me control” You whimper in agreement.

He grabs your ass spreading them further apart so he can watch him slide in and out of you. “Your cunt is taking me so well I've needed this” Namani lets out a deep grunt before hastily removing his tie around your bound wrists.

You set your arms down, hauling yourself up so your face is no longer pressed against the pillow. Although you need rest you want to touch him and you can feel yourself reaching the finish line. Looking over your right shoulder you reach for him and he gets the memo. Slowing his hips down into a grind he pulls you until your back is pressed against his chest. His forearm resting between your breasts as he drags his hand to your neck.

You cry out. “F-Fuck I want to cum Namani please make me cum!” You don't even have the chance to stop the words as they leave your lips. Your request earns you a slap on your left breast. “You wanna cum?” He asks with a mocking tone.

“More than anything”

His hips still and you almost want to whine in annoyance. “Then work for it”

“Please Prof-” You cut yourself off before you can finish that sentence. Nanami gives you another slap on your breast as you begin to move your hips pushing yourself back into him to give you both what you want.

He lets out a tsk sound before applying pressure on your neck. “Is that all you got? C’mon baby fuck me harder” You can feel tears gathering at the edge of your eyes. “I wanna cum” You whine as you begin to push into him harder. Thankfully his hips begin to move again and his free hand finds your clit.

“Just like that princess—fuck a little more and I'm going to cum inside of your pussy. That's what you need right? My cum dripping out of your tight hole huh?” He's taunting you but you're enjoying it. With the combination of his thick cock pistoning in and out of you and his wet fingers on your clit your orgasm racks through your body.

You're on your way home from a shift at the tavern. You can barely keep your eyes open as you grab your keys from the necklace around your neck. However, the sound of someone in pain grabs your attention.

“F-Fuck just like that, keep going”

Peering your head around the corner, you call out, “Hello, is everything okay?” You take a step closer into the alleyway around the corner of your cottage to locate who's making that noise. You walk further down with your keys in a near-death grip.  You come face-to-face with a tall figure hunched over with a fist resting on the side of your cottage.

Reaching out a hand to touch their shoulder, you stop as your eyes travel down their back and land on their ass. Oh my gosh, are they…….

You pause to assess the situation: the rapid movements of their hips and the grunts leaving their mouth, the tail that's currently hitting the ground at a vigorous pace, and the long strokes of their right hand. 

You watch as their hips still, and their cum drops onto the edge of your house. If they were just a few centimeters to the left, it would've fallen on your plants.

 How dare they!

Turning around, you come face to face with a man…or rather a bull. Well, he has the ears of a bull, but the rest of his face is fully human. You can feel the anger coursing through your veins, but you're not that angry to ignore his dick that's still leaking with his cum.

“E-Excuse me, you're violating my private property!” Trying with all your might to remain focused on his eyes, you take note of his chest rising and falling in rapid movements.

The mysterious man grabs a tissue from his pocket and begins to wipe himself off. “Sorry, the Blood moon is fast approaching. I couldn't help myself lass”

You've been with a bull shifter before, so you know exactly what he's talking about. Once a year, the bulls will overcome the need to rut into anything or anyone they see. Their eyes will turn red, and their animalistic side will take over. The bull that you were last intimate with his mating period that lasted for 5 five days.

5 days of non-stop fucking.

He found a way to stuff his thick cock into your mouth, ass, and pussy every time the lust overcame him, and you can't even deny it, but you enjoyed every second. It's a miracle that you never got pregnant from it.

You're snapped out of your thoughts when the bull shifter takes a step back with his hands covering his nose.

“Please stop it, you're perfuming it's too close to the Blood moon so it's even harder to control myself” Your face fills with heat at the mention of him smelling your arousal. Dammit, how can you forget bulls can do this?

Taking your own step back, your grip tightens on your key sitting right above your breasts once more. “I’m sorry. Can I help you? And do you plan on cleaning up your mess?”

He begins to look around shyly. “It’s the Blood moon, I-I have no control over myself when these things happen to me. But I’ll clean this up right now, ma’am,” He lowers his head to you out of respect, and you nod back at him before quickly retreating to your cottage. 

Geez, you hope that you never see him again.

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14 days before the Blood Moon

The effects of the Blood Moon are driving Miguel insane. Now this isn’t his first time dealing with this, but it doesn’t make it any easier. The Blood Moon would continue to affect him negatively until he finds his fated mate. Sometimes he can predict when a sudden wave is going to hit him, and sometimes he can’t. Just like the other night, the need to release overcame him so violently that he had no choice but to pull off his pants right then and there. Although he has more serious things to worry about, like finding a partner to spend his rut with on such short notice, he can’t help but imagine the pretty woman who interrupted him.

He’s never seen someone as pretty as you, he thinks to himself as he walks into a nearby tavern to get a drink after a long day at work. Maybe if he asks you nicely, you’ll—

Miguel lets out a huff, blowing out the breath from his nose, before flicking his tail agitatedly. Why would a pretty human like you ever agree to be his cum dump for the upcoming week? Getting excited over something that will not happen won’t end well for him.

Pushing open the door to the tavern, Miguel ducks his head as he steps inside. He scans the room before his eyes fall on you. 

This must be fate! The gods have blessed him to see you again. Before he gets the chance to look away, your eyes meet his. He takes pride in the sight of your cheeks turning red when, all of a sudden, his chest tightens. The force is so strong that he almost doubles over in pain as it pulls him towards you.

A smirk emerges on his lips as he rubs a hand over his heart. “It looks like I’ve finally found you mate”

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Two days have passed since your last encounter with that strange bull man, and you’re pleased to say you haven’t run into him.

Well, that was until now.

Quickly, you turn your attention back to the patrons sitting at the bar in front of you. Just the sight of him staring at you is making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. You have no explanation for it, though.

It's probably because you saw him cum a few days ago. Yep, that's it.

“One beer, please, my lady”

You nod without looking his way before making his drink. It's odd that you already have his voice memorized in your head. 

“One beer for the bull,” you say as you hand him his drink. The fingers of his brushing against yours make you shiver in delight. You pull back your hand as if you've been burned.

“What was that?” 

“It's best if we discuss this privately, lass”

You give him a weary look. “I don't think so, that seems like-”

His hands raised up in his defense. “I swear I mean no harm, there's just something I have to discuss with you. It's rather important” You have no idea what makes you agree, but you do anyway. Agreeing to speak to a man after work this late feels like a recipe for disaster.

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Stepping out of the tavern, the wind blows like a gentle caress through your curls. You look both ways trying to locate the bull. All you can see is people closing up their shops and turning on their porch lights. There's no sign of the bull anywhere.

You turn in the direction of your home.  “Oh well, he was probably a weirdo anyway”

“Definitely not a weirdo, please, my lady, just a word” You turn at the sound of his voice, and your hand flies to your neck to grab a hold of your key.

“Jesus! You’ve frightened me,” you practically yell out. Oddly enough, he seems even taller than he did two nights ago. His back is straightened, and you can see the moonlight reflecting on the gold hoops through his ears. He’s wearing a white blouse that’s rolled up above his elbows with a brown vest and matching brown pants. You’ve never seen someone with such prominent cheekbones before. Let’s not even mention how much his thighs strain against his pants. Now that you have the chance to look at him, you realize that he has feet like a regular human, not hooves like the other bulls you have seen, not even like the past bull you have been with. 

“My mom is a human, and my dad is a bull, that’s why I don’t have any hooves if that’s what you’re wondering”

Immediately, you drag your eyes to his face. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare, it’s just I’ve never seen the bulls in this town look like you” He nods his head in acknowledgement. “I’ve only met one other shifter, and that was two towns over. Shall we?” His hand outstretches as he makes way for you to pass. You know that you shouldn’t let this man—er—bull walk with you to your cottage, but you suppose he already knows where you live since you already caught him–

Well, we don't need to relive that memory now, do we?

Letting out a huff, you release your key and brush your curls to the side. “Fine, but I swear if you try anything,” You give him a stern look over your shoulder as you walk ahead of him. “Now what is it that you wanted to tell me?”

He takes a deep breath before following you. “I’m just going to cut to the chase, are you familiar with the term fated mates?” You nod along, giving him the okay to continue. “Today, when I saw you in the bar, I felt our bond awaken. I don’t mean to scare you but you’re my fated mate even now as I walk with you I feel a pulling in my chest towards you and with the Blood Moon fast approaching it would be an honor if you would consider helping me through it” As you process his words you sneak a look at him only to find him already staring at you. He smiles sheepishly before scratching the back of his head. You’re about to open your mouth to speak, but he beats you to it. “I promise you I am a respectable male, I can cook, I clean, I know how to garden, I will be of good service to you, I will be a good husband and mate” You turn to him with wide eyes.

You look down as you twiddle with your thumbs. “I am surprised you are even poaching yourself to me. Usually, men require women to list all the ways in which they will be a good wife” 

“We male Bulls are required to learn these things so we can serve our wives. I hope you will be satisfied with my abilities” Your feet come to a stop when you realize you’ve reached your cottage. From the past Bull, you’ve met, thankfully, you know all about Blood Moons, but your knowledge of Mates is not that extensive. You always dreamed of growing old with someone and having the fates give you a soulmate. But you're a human. The fates don't give humans mates, only the shifters and other beings in the world, but not humans. All of this is so sudden, you don’t even know his name!

“May I have time to think about it? This is an important decision to make on such short notice” You both turn to face each other, and he lowers himself down on one knee with his right hand over his heart.

“I, Miguel O’Hara, bull from the O’Hare Clan, vow to respect my mate and do all I can to be a respectable husband for my mate. If my mate denies me, I will respect her wishes and leave immediately” You look around anxiously to see if any of your neighbors caught that. You grit your teeth at him, grabbing the ends of your dress so it doesn't end in the mud as you bend down to reach him.

“P-Please get up”, grabbing his elbows so you can help him. “Can you come back at midday in two days so I can think about this?” For some odd reason, the wind picks up the rustling of the leaves, which is the only thing you can hear other than the sound of your beating heart. He nods, tucking a stray curl behind your ear before taking a step back. Once you're inside your cottage, you peek out the window to watch him retreat.

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11 days before the Blood Moon

After spending the last half day moving the few things that he owns into your quaint little cottage, at first, Miguel thought this was a good idea, but now that he has the time to stay more than five minutes in your space, he realized that he was oh so wrong. 

Your smell is everywhere.

Your smell is in the spare room that you gave him in the bathroom that you both share.

The sight of his mate walking around in his shared house is driving him insane.

He anticipates the day he will have you under him and whimpering his name. Since the bond hasn’t been sealed when he takes you over and over again during his blood moon haze, he will continue to ache for you until you accept him as your mate. It might be different since you are a human, but he won’t know until it happens. And because of the difference in genetics as a human woman, it is important to prepare for what’s to come after dinner. He plans on showing you his cock so you can be aware of what you’re dealing with. But before lust clouds his mind, he plans on showing you all of his  household skills. 

He used the potatoes from your garden and the beef from the market in town. Once he’s satisfied with the taste of the beef stew, he turns off the heat and cleans himself up before he goes to pick you up from the tavern.

If you decide to accept him, you, as his mate, will not be working. He wants you home doing the things you love, spending your time with your friends and family, rather than working in a tavern filled with drunk patrons. Miguel only takes 5 steps out of the door before he sees you approaching him. Damnit, why are you walking this late at night alone?

The second he reaches you, he has his arm around your waist. “Don’t do that, my pretty mate. I was on my way to get you”

“I’ve been doing this for years now, and I’ve been fine, you can relax, Miguel,” you protest. He knows you are capable of taking care of yourself, but his bull does not like knowing that his mate is vulnerable when he’s just a walk away.

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“This dinner was amazing, thank you, Miguel” You place the napkin on your lap before getting up to wash the dishes when he beats you to it. When he said that he was going to do all the cooking and the cleaning, you thought he was just saying things, but it’s been a full day, and he has done everything he said he was going to do. Patiently, you wait for him on your couch. He said he wishes to show you all of him, so you are prepared for when the Blood Moon arrives. You don’t have the heart to tell him that you’ve been with a bull before.

Telling your fated mate that you’ve been with one of their kind just feels…wrong, and he’s been so nice to you. You take in every inch of his body, his long legs, his horns, and the way he slightly puffs out his chest as he undoes the laces of his breeches. His thick cock springs free, and the tip of it almost reaches his belly button. He’s not small in any means, but he is thick, and the tip of his cock is already leaking with precum. You’re so busy taking note of every vein that you don’t realize that he’s growing hard right in front of you.

You glance up at him with a shy smile as his precum drips onto the floor. “I’m sorry, you are very pretty, it’s not every day a bull has his mate staring at him so intently. I’ll clean-”

You cut him off by grabbing his wrist. “It’s okay, I’ll do it for you” Sliding off the couch, you lift your dress and sink to your knees right in front of him. You lean forward eagerly and lick the tip of his cock. He tastes just like you expected him to, with just a hint of saltiness. He lets out a groan that turns into a slight rumble before he closes his hands into a fist and opens them back up.

“You can touch me, it’s okay,” you whisper.

He lets out a strained laugh. “If I do, I won’t be able to stop” his hands stop short over your head.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding against the length of him, “That's fine, I don’t mind it” As soon as he gets your permission, his hands rest on the side of your face while the other plays with your hair. He doesn’t push your head forward, which urges you on even more. Without wasting anymore time, you lick from the base of him to the tip, and he fists your hair. 

“F-Fuck if you keep doing that, I’ll cum too soon,” he breathes out.

You feel his whole body shuddering, and you take the tip of him in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you suck on it, urging more cum to leak through. 

“Damnit mate, I can’t-” Is all you hear before you feel him cumming down your throat. Greedily like the cum slut you are, you drink up every drop. It almost becomes too much for you to handle, but you manage. Once you’ve swallowed everything, you stick your tongue out for his approval. He then leans forward and places a kiss on the side of your lips.

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8 days before the Blood Moon

Although the Blood Moon hasn't arrived yet, he's already feeling the side effects of it, and because his mate is sleeping down the hall from him, it intensifies the side effects.

Sometimes he gets random bursts of his arousal spiking on short notice. It's only been a few days, and he's trying not to alarm you, but it's so hard.

Since you already voiced to him that you are willing to help however you can and give him access to your body during this time, most times, all it takes is seeing you doing a mundane task, and his eyes shift to red. Making him want to rut into you like he's a madman. 

Like now, the sight of you in your almost sheer night gown, making what looks to be a cup of tea, has his bull hungry.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

Without being able to stop himself, he comes up behind you and presses his growing bulge into you.

“Oh, good morning to you too” his arms encircle your waist and press you further into the counter. He feels bad and almost ashamed for greeting you like this, but he promises to make it up to you. Feeling oh so embarrassed, he buried his face into your neck, being mindful of his horns, before breathing in your scent as he continued to mindlessly grind into you from behind.

Miguel senses the second you turn your face to him. When you hook your index finger under his chin, he lets you guide his face to meet yours. “Your eyes look so pretty when it's red, don't hide them from me”

“I’m just so embarrassed, I never wanted my first meeting with my mate to be during the Blood Moon. I may crave your body now, but I promise you I will want all of you when this is over. I want your mind, soul, and your thoughts. I want it all” Because of the height difference, you have to look up at him, but he wants nothing more than to be on his knees before you right now. Slowly, he drags a hand between your legs and begins to rub small circles against your clit.  

“I-I can't wait to fuck you, mate” he watches as your pupils dilate at his words. The pace of his fingers increases, as does the grinding of his hips. Grinding into your ass, he rests his forehead against yours, and your hands go to cradle his face.

“I can't wait either, Miguel, please make me cum” you breathe out against his lips.

With each roll of his hips, he can feel himself reaching the finish line. This might be the first time he cums in his pants, Miguel thinks to himself. “Oh fuck—you're so perfect mate. I can't wait to fill you with my cum”

He becomes undone the second you let out the prettiest moan he's ever heard. It's his name falling from your lips as you cum on his fingers. You bite your lips to conceal the sounds, but he licks the seam of your lips so you can let it all out.

“Don't hide from me, either pretty” 

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5 days till the Blood moon

Unlike the past bull you've been with, you realize that with each passing day, Miguel gets easily agitated. Whether he's upset that his meal doesn't come out the way he planned it for you, or the intense waves of lust that nearly knock him off his feet. Sometimes you feel like the mere sight of you ticks him off because his eyes flash red every time he sees you. You ignore it because you know he means well. If you were in his shoes, you wouldn’t be sure you'd be handling things so well. 

You just finished wiping down the bar counter when a set of rowdy patrons came barreling through the door. “Hey, did anyone order a bull—that big thing looks like it would be a good meal, am I right?” his words come out slurred, but his friends give him agreeing nods. Although this isn’t the first time a bull or any shifters have been seen in this town, for some reason, you have an inkling that the bull outside is yours.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

Oh.

Well, he’s yours for the time being anyway. Who knows if he’ll want to leave once the Blood Moon passes?

Shaking those thoughts from your head, you drop the rag and head outside. You come face-to-face with a huge bull with brown fur; you expect his eyes to be red, but his eyes are brown. You continue to inspect the bull, but when your eyes fall on the gold earrings hanging from his ears, you know that this bull is yours.

“Hi…I've never been this close to a bull before. I'm not sure what I should do,” you say in earnest. The bull lets out a breath through his nose and slowly begins to inch forward.

You let out a nervous laugh before speaking. Having a bull stalk towards you was not on your bucket list. “I'm not prey, am I?” You question, and you hope the fates above that he “says” no. You wait and wait for what feels like eternity, but get nothing. 

Not a twitch in his ear.

Not a roll of his tongue.

Nothing.

Are you even sure he can understand you?

Your bull, however, leans his head low in submission as he walks over to you. You watch as he circles you three times. His eyes are roaming up and down your figure. Standing as straight as possible, not wanting to tick the bull off, it's not until you feel him rubbing his head against you that you sigh in relief.

“So at least I'm not prey,” you let out a laugh before rubbing your hand down his neck. Your bull lets out something that sounds like a sigh as he continues to rub his horns against your torso. When he's done, he steps away and urges you to follow him.

Once he leads you back to your cottage, he tries to follow in after you, but gets stuck in the door frame. His shoulders are just too wide.

“Do you not want to shift back?” Your bull gives a clear shake of his head. You're not sure what prompted Miguel to shift, but you do hope he'll be able to once the time is right.

“Then how will you get in? I don't want you sleeping out here by yourself. Would you like it if I slept out here with you on the floor?” Your bull sends a warning sound right as the words leave your lips.

You place your hand on your hip. “Okay, okay, okay, I'll use you as a pillow, better?” The bull lets out an excited noise that has you laughing again.

 After quickly retreating inside to grab some sheets and a book to read to your bull, you hastily join him under the stars in the back of your cottage. Oddly enough, you spent all night speaking to your bull and reading him stories. You're not quite sure who succumbed to sleep first.

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4 days till the Blood Moon

When you awake that morning, you are no longer resting on a big warm blanket known as your mate but against a hard surface.

Slowly peeling open your eyes, Miguel comes into view. “Thank you for being so thoughtful to my bull; he can be a handful at times.” Lazily, his fingers thread through your hair, but they get caught on a knot there.

He immediately apologizes. “Sorry, did I hurt you?”

“No, I didn't get to properly wrap my hair in its silk covering, so there will be a few tangles to take out”

“I'm sorry, I will learn how to help you keep your hair free from tangles” You open your mouth to say something when your stomach rumbles instead. A laugh comes from both of you as you both make your way inside. 

You are both preparing breakfast when there's a knock at your door. “I’ll get it,” You pat Miguel on his shoulder before getting the door. As soon as you open the door, you feel all the blood drain from your face. 

Why him?

Out of all people, why him?

The bull shifter whom you helped through his Blood Moon phase is standing right in front of you, while your bull shifter mate is merely a few feet away. This is not going to end well.

The second your name falls from his lips, you immediately want to shut the door. “Hi, is it okay if I can come inside so we can talk?” You can practically hear the second Miguel registers that the other voice is a man. Aren't bulls supposed to have a keen nose, too? You won’t be surprised if the two of them smell each other.

You shake your head and close the door a little bit. “Sorry, I'm busy. I don't think that would be a good idea”

You watch as he takes a breath. “It would be very brief-” And of course, your worst nightmare is coming true, he takes a sniff of the air.

“Oh, I see you already have-”

You're so worried, you don't even register Miguel's presence behind you until you feel a possessive hand snaking around your waist, covering the entirety of your stomach. You almost shiver as you feel his tail sliding under your dress and wrapping around your leg.

“And what business do you have with my mate Malachi?”

The surprise on Malachi's face is evident when he puts his hands up in defense and takes two steps back. “I'm sorry, I mean no harm, Miguel the second I smelled you I was getting ready to leave”

But Miguel isn't hearing any of that. “What are you doing seeing my mate right before the Blood Moon?” Malachi opens his mouth to speak, but you do it for him.

Twisting your head to look at Miguel, you reassure him the best that you can. “Nothing, Miguel. I usually give him vegetables from my garden. He just came to get some, isn't that right, Malachi?” Silently, you send him a warning with your eyes. Fates above you hope Malachi is smart enough to catch on.

“Yes, it is, but bulls are very territorial around their mates, and from what I can see, you guys didn't seal the bond, and it's too close to the Blood Moon. It would be a death wish if I even stepped closer to you. Enjoy your time together, you two. I'll catch y'all later” To your relief, he tips his head to you and Miguel before slowly walking away, but Miguel bares his teeth at him anyway. The second he's out of sight, you slowly close the door, but Miguel hasn't untangled himself from you yet.

You can practically feel the anger radiating off of him, but you're not sure if he's in control or his bull is.

“Miguel?” You croak. “Are you in control right now?”

“I-I don't know,” he lets out in earnest. “My bull is not happy”

“I'm sorry, should I speak to him? I don't know what to do. I don't wanna upset him further”

“If I give him the reins, I don't know if he'll bring me back, but I can try,” he says as he takes a breath into your neck.

You know when Miguel's bull is out when his arms and tail tighten around you. You place a gentle hand on his arm in hopes of calming him down. Although nothing was said, you think he knows why Malachi came to visit you before the Blood Moon. You say a silent prayer, hoping he'll be fine because of the night the two of you shared when you fell asleep in your garden under the stars.

“Mate, look at me,” he commands. Oddly enough, his voice is slightly deeper than Miguel's usual tone.

Slowly, you turn your head to face him, and he leans his head against yours, his eyes boring into yours. “You're mine, no other bull will ever have access to your body again” 

You nod. “I have no intentions of bedding any bull other than you”

“You helped him through a past blood moon, didn't you? That's why he came over here” You open your mouth to speak, but he cuts you off.

“Don't. Lie.” 

You close your mouth and reopen it again to tell the truth. “I did, but I knew him for some time, and all my friends were talking about getting with the shifter in town, so of course I would be curious!” Your words come tumbling out of your mouth, you’re not sure if you even took a breath or if your bull understood you. 

Suddenly, you feel the end of his tail trace the outline of your pussy through your panties. Your gasp is swallowed when the hand around your stomach moves to your neck.

“He needs to prepare for what's to come. We won't be gentle, pretty mate” You don't have it in you to respond, so you just nod.

The movements of his tail quicken as he speaks. “We will fuck you hard and fast. We will fill each of your holes with our cum. Are you ready for that, mate?” 

“Y-Yes I am”

“You will take every inch of us and moan out our name” Shamelessly, you nod. Slowly, you tilt your mouth up to him, but he turns his head to the side at the last moment.

“Save it for him, I'll have you during the Blood Moon” You almost let out a sound of disapproval at him, but you swallow it down. He stops the movement of his tail against your clit and carries you to the couch. When you look into his eyes again, they are no longer red. 

Miguel is back.

He positions both of your thighs over his so you're straddling his lap. His eyes dance all over your body as if you make sure you're okay. 

“I'm okay, Miguel, your bull has a very filthy mouth, though” Miguel laughs at that, but it's cut short when his nose flares. Oh God, he can smell your arousal.

Silently, you watch as he drags his fingers up your thighs and into your panties. “Fuck you're so wet, mate, did he make you cum?”

“No, and I want to cum so badly, Miguel, please,” you plead, and happily, he begins to draw circles against your clit.

“I'm going to make cum on my fingers and then make you breakfast so I can have mine, okay?” He emphasizes the word mine by cupping your pussy, and happily, you shiver at what's to come.

•°~°•

4 hours before the Blood Moon

Miguel is beyond nervous for tonight. He can feel his mind slowly turning into mush, and the tremors in his legs and tail are a dead giveaway.

Miguel isn't the type of bull to be jittery either, so he knows that the side effects of the moon are upon him. After drinking his 4th glass of water, the bond in his chest is pulling him towards the garden. 

His mate is out there.

When he steps out into the garden, he comes face to face with the most beautiful picture he's ever seen. You're sitting there on one of the benches with your head tilted to the sun. Oh, goddess, if there was ever a way to capture this picture before him, he would do so in a heartbeat.

He doesn't know how long he's out there for helplessly staring at you, but it isn't until you lower your head and open your eyes that he stops. “Oh—I didn't hear you come out. Would you like to join me?”

He shakes his head. “No, I'm fine watching you”

“Please?” That's all the words he needs to hear you say because he's at your side in seconds. How can he deny his mate what she wants?

“Are you nervous for tonight?” 

Slowly, he threads your fingers together, seeing the difference in sizes, furthering his doubts. “I'm more worried about you. I don't want to hurt you. What if you're sleeping when the lust takes over? Or what if I accidentally hurt you?”

You raise your interlocked hands together. “Nothing will happen to me, and I told you I'm willing no matter what, so if I'm sleeping and I don't wake up in time, use me. Although I've only known you for a short amount of time, I trust you, Miguel. You're my fated mate.”

“I'm glad I found you when I did. I wasn't even looking for you, and yet here we are” He watches as you give him a soft smile, and his eyes dart to your lips at the action. There are only a few hours left before the Blood Moon, and he hasn't even kissed his mate yet. What a foolish man he is.

Slowly, he leans in, taking his interlocked hand and resting it on his lap while using the other free hand to cradle your face. Before he has the chance to ask for permission, you mimic his movements by taking your free hand and cradling the right side of his face.

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It's like you can feel his urge and desire to kiss you. You're not sure if it's a result of the bond, but you can feel it. Deep within your chest. Wanting to take the leap of faith, you close the distance between the two of you, pressing your lips against his. You let your lips rest there, savoring the taste of your mate. You then kiss him again, taking in his top lip and the bottom one. Slowly, the kiss deepens, and you find yourself straddling him on the bench. Threading your fingers through his hair, you sigh into the kiss as he drags his hands up and down your body.

You grind your hips onto his pelvis and moan at the growing bulge you feel there. Without warning, he places his hands under your knees and carries you into the cottage. Without breaking the kiss, he leads you into your bedroom and places you in the bed. Without missing a beat, he kisses you again, hiking your legs up in the process. Your legs open wider to accommodate the sheer size of him. 

Miguel dips his hand into your already soaked panties and uses his thumb to rub circles on your clit while he slowly pushes a finger inside of you. You gasp at the intrusion, breaking the kiss, and he begins to drag kisses down your neck. You can't help but laugh since your neck is very ticklish.

“What's so funny?” Miguel says in between kisses. 

“You're tickling me,” you breathe out.

“Now I wonder if I add two more, will you be laughing then?” You're about to ask him what he means, but then you feel two more of his fingers entering your pussy, your back arches off the bed, pressing your chest into him. 

Miguel picks up the pace of his fingers and begins to kiss and suck on the mounds of your breasts. “Fuck, mate, take these off,” he rasps.

You can feel your body temperature rising and a familiar pressure building deep within your stomach. Trying your best, you unlace the front of your dress with shaky fingers. As soon as they are free, he uses his tongue to flick your nipple until it hardens. Your mate sure does know how to multitask. You're not even doing anything, and you're not sure where you should place your hands.

“Fate blessed me when they made you my mate,” he breathes out over your lips.

“F-Fuck I'm going-” you don't even have the time to finish your sentence when your orgasm is racking through your body. Your legs begin to tremble a bit, but that doesn't stop him. Since you become overstimulated quickly, you have to place your hand on his to help.

“It's t’much Miguel!” You cry out. He listens to you with a chuckle and withdraws his fingers. He puts on a show of placing his fingers into his mouth and sucking his fingers clean. 

You both clean up and change into your nightwear before heading to bed. When you see Miguel walking out of the bedroom, you stop him.

“Where are you going?” You say as you prop yourself up using your elbow on the bed. “I thought I would give you some space before…” When his words trail off, you know exactly what he's implying.

“No, you're my mate, I know I'm just a human, but I have the need to be in your presence too y’know” You peel back the covers to invite him in. You watch in all his glory as he walks up to you. He's wearing nothing but loose trousers, his tan skin glowing in the moonlight. If he wasn't going to have intense lust for the next few days, you would've asked him to end the night with you inside of you.

Once he's comfortable in bed, he wraps a hand around your waist and rests his head over your beating heart.

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The Blood Moon

You feel exactly when the lust begins to take over your mate. Blinking away the sleep from your eyes, you can feel him palming your breasts through your night gown. You know that this is going to be hard on him, so you gently comb your fingers through his hair. Immediately, he whimpers when your fingers make contact.

“I know, baby, I know”, you whisper. At the sound of your voice, he tilts his head, and his eyes meet yours. You watch as they flicker brown then red. He sits up using his fists and places a swift kiss on your forehead. But as you look up at him this time, his eyes are fully red.

His bull is here.

His bull is not gentle but not rough to the point it hurts. You barely have the chance to stop him as he tears your night gown in two. You gasp as the cold air hits you, and goosebumps erupt on your skin.

“Mine”

With that one word, the dam breaks, his hands drag down your neck, your breasts, and then he cups your pussy.

He begins to tear at his trousers to free his cock. You spread your legs eagerly to show him that you're ready to take him. He lets out a growl of approval before stroking his cock twice. His tip is already leaking with precum, but unlike last time, it's more than a little drop; it's spilling onto the sheets.

He rubs his tip all over your pussy he drags it from your clit to your ass. You moan at the feeling, and without warning, you feel his thick cock breaching your entrance.

You let out a whimper of pain and drag your fingers to play with your clit.

“Made for me,” Is all he says as he breathes into your neck. You nod your head eagerly at his words. “Yes, I was made for you!” you cry out as he pushes himself all the way in, not stopping until your pelvises are touching. But he doesn't give you a second to breathe. 

The pace he sets is brutal.

All you can hear is the sound of his balls hitting your ass and the growls that leave his lips. Within seconds, you become a moaning mess, so you hastily remove your fingers from your clit and enjoy while he uses you. 

“Y-You’re so big, Migs,” you say in between moans. You feel so full you're not even possible you were able to feel like this. You've never felt like this, not even with the last bull. But you guess things are going to be different because he's your mate. Within seconds, you can feel your orgasm rising to the surface.

It hasn't even been five minutes yet!

When you feel yourself going over the edge, your eyes shut, and your back arches off the bed. Your bare chest is touching his in an attempt to touch him more. You drape your arms over his shoulders; however, that does the opposite of what you want because then he's dragging your knees up to your chest, creating more of a distance between the two of you. He continues to drive his thick cock inside of you without stopping; you’re not sure when he’s going to cum.

Tears begin to fall from your eyes as your body heat rises with each stroke of his cock. Right before the overstimulation can become painful, you feel his body tense, and he lets out a growl into your neck. With each snap of his hips, he fills your pussy with ropes of his cum. It becomes so much that you begin…… to feel full. Fuller than you did with his cock inside of you. Oh, gods, you hope with it is normal. Blissed out from sex, you lazily stroke his back with your nails, and just when you think it's over, you feel him—grow?

“M-Miguel, what’s happening?” You choke out, and you lightly tug on his hair to get his attention. 

“Knot” His voice is deep and rough; it still amazes you how different they sound, Miguel and his Bull, although they are in the same body and known as one. But you shake your head to get rid of these thoughts you're not supposed to be thinking about that, and you need to know why his cock just grew while he’s still inside of you. You try to shift your hips, but that makes it hurt.

“Miguel—er bull, how do we fix this knot business?” He lifts himself up slightly by his forearms and points at you. “Mate—” then points down to where the two of you are joined together. “Knot”

You tilt your head as you try to understand him. “The knot is because of me, your mate” The bull nods his head once, but then his eyes dart down to your breast. He takes your left breast into his mouth and begins to suck. 

Oh, goddess, he’s not done?

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3 days into the Blood Moon

In one of the rare moments Miguel has control over his emotions, you both rest, get water, and food in order to replenish yourselves. Having sex back-to-back does take a toll on a person. You’re in the kitchen naked as the day you were born, since you’ve lost one too many night gowns in his presence.

You've learned plenty of things in the past few days. You've made yourself a list.

Just call him Miguel when in Rut.

Wear no clothes until the Blood Moon is over.

His bull only answer is words 5 or fewer (subject to change).

Talk to him until his knot goes down; both Miguel and his bull can hear you

You've gotten the hang of things, and so does he. The Blood Moon does take a toll on him both mentally and physically. You honestly can't imagine not being able to control yourself for hours. The more you spend with his bull in his rut, the more you both understand each other. The more time he spends with you, the more in tune to your feelings and needs. Or more so, both of you go back and forth.

You're getting ready to bring him his dinner when you hear a door slam closed. When he rounds the corner and your eyes meet his, their red once again. He wanted to make dinner for the two of you, but later excused himself to the bathroom. 

Before he can pounce on you and spill his hard work, you hold up a hand to stop his advancement. “Wait! Let me put this down, you just made it for us, we don't want it to waste right”

“I need you,” he growls, but he watches you like prey as you move the dinner plates away from the dining table. Once you're ready for him, you give him a slight nod of your head and close the distance between you in 4 strides. 

He grabs your neck and places his lips against yours in a harsh kiss. “You made me wait,” he says as he bites your bottom lip and drags his fingers over your pussy and gives it a light tap. You whimper at the contact, soon you will have to prepare to take him in your ass. There's only so much a girl can handle.

“You'll be fine,” you say back to him, but a gasp leaves your lips as he plunges three fingers into your wet pussy. He pushes his fingers in and out in and out until all you can hear are the lewd sounds that your body is making. He leans forward and places love bites all over your body. On your cheek, over both of your breasts, and on your stomach, but he places a gentle kiss on your pelvis.

The huge contrast between his ruthless fingers and that gentle kiss is driving you nuts. Once again, it's not long until you're cumming.

“Fuck t’much Miguel,” you say in between pants, repeating it over and over, but all he says back is. “You'll be fine,” in a mocking tone.

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6 days into the Blood Moon

You awake to Miguel shaking you. When you open them, his eyes are red already, and you're surprised he didn't start fucking you while you were sleeping. On the second day, when he began fucking you before he could wake you up, you never knew how much you enjoyed waking up on the brink of an orgasm.

You smile lazily at him as he turns you until you're straddling him. Gently, you reach behind you to cup his balls and rub his shaft.

“Sit on me,” he says in that deep voice of his, and obediently, you move your hips back so you can line him up with your entrance, but he grabs onto your hips and drags you forward.

Towards his face.

Oh.

“I've never…” You begin to say, but he drags his hands up and down your thighs. It's almost as if he's trying to encourage you. He really is learning, you think to yourself. Without wasting any more time, you urge your hips forward.

“Is mate okay?” Miguel asks, and you nod down at him shyly before lowering yourself down onto his mouth.

He laps up your slick with his tongue and places a kiss on your clit. He licks you from top to bottom, and soon he's sucking on your clit and plunging a finger inside of you. You begin to grind into his face, moving your hips back and forth, leaning back with your hands on opposite sides of his thighs.

You close your legs without meaning to, and he hums in delight. The action sends wonderful vibrations into your pussy.

“I'm gonna cum” you whine as you continue to roll your hips.

“F-Fuck fuck fuck” You chant over and over again like a mantra. Despite the pleasure you're feeling, you can hear him encouraging you with every sound and groan he makes. This orgasm takes over your whole body. Your legs begin to tremble, and you're sure you feel a gush of something coming out between your legs. Your moans bounce off the bedroom walls and—

You pause when you feel it.

Thick, hot ropes of cum landing on your back. For some odd reason that draws out your orgasm. Your mate just had an orgasm, and you did nothing to him. 

When you're both spent, you lean forward to capture his lips. You kiss him slowly to savor the movement and your taste on his mouth. You sigh happily while you feel him dragging his cum over your back.

You definitely have to shower as soon as he's done. “What are you doing?” You say your voice is going up an octave.

“My name…on my mate” When your eyes meet his, their eyes flicking brown and red, whichever version of him is with you, you kiss him gently before closing your eyes.

•°~°•

10th day of the Blood Moon

You wake before he does as the sun streams into the room. You wake up on top of him, straddling his thighs with his semi-hard cock still inside of you. It was a slow day yesterday, and even slower night, so you’re sure that his rut is coming to an end. You take this time to admire him, brushing the hair away from his face, and you place a gentle kiss on his cheek. You've grown to know him so much that the thought of him leaving you now that his rut is over makes a pit form in your stomach. You've grown used to him in your space. You've grown attached to him and his bull, you think you might ask him—

Miguel slowly rouses and sends a lazy smile your way. 

“Good morning, mate” 

“Morning, are you well?” you question.

“Yes, I am, are you?” You nod before deciding it's best if you open your mouth to speak.

You look away, not wanting him to meet your eyes. “Are you going to leave me?” The second the words leave your mouth, you wince. 

You sound so pathetic.

“I'm sorry that-” He cuts you off and cradles your face.

“Is that what you want?”

You shake your head. “No, I want you to stay, stay with me, and we can be mates, and you can tell me all the things that a mate of a bull needs to do, and-” He cuts you off again, and this time he speaks. “There's nothing you need to do, mate, I'll take care of you and everything that you may need, you'll have it. When we make things official, you can see my clan and my family if you'd like”

A smile appears on your face. “I'd love that Miguel” Suddenly, you remember that he's still nestled deep inside you, and this time he's fully hard. You roll your hips, and he sits up and runs his fingers through your curls. You can feel his tail roping around your leg. He guides your face to meet his, and he presses his lips against yours.

“I think the parties this way,” you and Miguel walk hand in hand to this party you heard about from a friend. It didn't take a lot to convince him, especially with the game you both have planned for each other.

Miguel is wearing a light-up mask with X’s where the eyes are and the smile is all crooked. You tried to convince him to go shirtless, but he wasn't ready for that. For some reason, he thinks he doesn't have the body for that, which is odd because he quite literally has an 8 pack and his muscles strain against every top that he wears.

You, on the other hand, are wearing a Princess Peach costume, but you've made it a little sexy by adding garters and white knee-high socks. You also know a dress is better for a night like this for easier access.

•°~°•

Miguel's nerves make him twist with anticipation. Tonight is the first time you're both going to do something so public. You both talked about this as much as you could for weeks prior. It is important that both parties are aware of the consequences if this goes wrong.

Through his mask, he watches as you dance with your friends. Your body is moving to the beat of the music. He watches as other men have noticed how good you look on the dance floor as well.  He knows you had a drink to calm your nerves. You're both nervous about this, but for the right reasons.

Since you and he have become friends with benefits, he can slowly feel his attraction grow for you as the day goes on. 8 months he's been living with you, and he's been fucking you for only two months. 

Well, more like 8 days. 

Oddly enough, it feels like this has been going on forever. You've both agreed to once a week, but oh, how he wishes it were every day. He's made the effort to talk to you more, and you're made it your business to infiltrate his space as much as you can. He didn't really know what to expect from you other than the fact that you keep up the innocent act around campus, but you're hiding way more than that. 

You like to be fucked hard and fast. You like to be cuffed and gagged, you even like to call him Daddy on days when you think he deserves it. 

And to think he thought the bet that you came up with was stupid and immature. If it wasn't for that bet, he wouldn't even be in this situation right now. He would still be your weirdly quiet, annoying neighbor. At least that's what you said you used to call him.

Miguel looks down at his watch and realizes it's time. You're busy having fun, so you don’t even realize it. He pulls out his phone and dials your number. He watches as you pull your phone out of your garter and put it to your ear.

“It's time” is all he says before he hangs up. Miguel walks himself further to the edge of the party. A girl walks up to him, and he tells her he's not interested before she can even make out a word.

This is the 5th time tonight this has happened. He's pretty sure it's the mask. If the girls knew who he was under this mask, they wouldn't even bat an eye.

•°~°•

You have to stop yourself from grinding your teeth as you see yet another girl walk up to Miguel. You both agreed to do this with no strings attached, but somehow every time one of your friends stares at him too long or a girl is all up on him, you're on high alert. He's not yours, you definitely know that, and you're not his, but damnit, you can't help getting a little territorial when the man who puts you in every position possible is being propositioned by another woman.

Joke's on them, he's the one that's fucking every weekend.

You flip your blonde wig over your shoulder, give goodbye kisses to your friends, and make your way over there. 

You tap the girl on her shoulder.

“Sorry, hun, he's busy tonight!” You smile and say innocently at her as she rolls her eyes and walks away. When you're done sending daggers her way, you turn to face him. “Wasn't that the 8th girl who came up to you just now in a span of forty-five minutes?”

“Nope, 5th, but it's nice to know that you’re watching me too. I'm busy tonight, like you said,” he folds his hand across his chest and tilts his head at you.

Anddddd the nerves are kicking in again.

So much for the alcohol.

“You remember our safe word?” You nod.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes, I want to try this, and if we both don't like it, then at least we tried something new. Isn't that the whole point of this?” 

He takes a deep breath and nods. “Well, you'd better get running, you only have a 10-minute head start, and it is getting dark,” you swear, his voice dropped 3 levels. You wish to see his face, reach up and kiss him but you can't. You can practically see your reflection through his mask.

You begin to walk away from him until you can no longer hear the music and the voices of the party. You know he's going to be counting exactly until the 10 minutes are up, so you have to make sure you're fast. Until you're sure he can't see you anymore, you take off in a different direction and run.

Let the chase begin.

•°~°•

It's been approximately 12 minutes. Miguel wanted to give you an extra 2 minutes. He's not going to be easy on you at all. Although he had your location just in case something goes wrong, because it is Halloween after all, and you're just a pretty princess running around in the woods.

Miguel begins to fast walk into the woods to find you. Trusting his instincts alone, he goes where he thinks you might be. The sun is just beginning to set, so he uses the remaining light to his advantage.

•°~°•

It feels like you've been running forever. The sun is just below the horizon. You check the time, and it's been roughly thirty minutes. Surely he'll find you, right? You don't think you'll be out here forever, but what if he takes forever?

Snap. Snap.

You turn your head in the direction of the sound. It sounded like branches snapping.

Could it be him?

You want to call out his name, but that would defeat the whole purpose of this game. You look all around you, checking every tree that might be a person. Straining your ears if you can hear if there's any party stranglers all the way out here. 

Picking up the pace, you feel your nerves beginning to get the better of you, but you made a grave mistake. Now the footsteps are speeding up and getting louder. You break out into a run, grateful that despite the sexy costume, you still wore sneakers.

When you look over your shoulder, you see a man in a blue light-up mask running towards you.

It's him.

Pushing your body and legs to carry you further, you run with all your might, but you know you can't outrun him. You're about to make a left when someone yanks on the skirt of your dress. You don't even have the chance to pull them off of you when they are wrapping their arms around your waist and pinning you to the ground.

“What's a princess like you doing out here on your own?” The minute his voice reaches your ears, you allow yourself to relax. It really is Miguel. Despite the scenario you're about to play, you know you're safe.

“Fuck you, let me go” You wiggle your lower half to try and escape, but he's putting all his weight on you. He lets out a tsk sound and clicks his tongue. “No, I think I might keep you. Perhaps I can see what this princess is hiding below this pretty dress of hers. What do you say?”

“If you touch me, I swear I'll-”

He laughs. “You'll swear what? You'll hit me? Bite me? You can fight me all you want, but I'm still going to take you,” you can feel as he presses his erection into your ass. “I bet your pussy is soaking at the thought of a stranger fucking you. Isn't that right?” he says as he pushes your head further into the dirt.

“It's not I wouldn't let a man who preys on girls in the middle of the woods touch me, much less fuck me, you fucking psycho”

He laughs and begins to lift up your dress. The wind sends goosebumps on your skin. “Mmmm, you're wearing nothing but a pretty white thong. I can't wait to turn this ass red for disrespecting me” Miguel doesn't even give you a warning as he lands the first blow.

Crack.

His hand meets your ass in a deafening crack that you swear echoes throughout the woods. He gives your ass another slap, and your whimper leaves your lips. You lose count of the number of times he spanks you. 

Damnit, you're supposed to be fighting him, not lying still and taking it.

“Hopefully that will teach you to shut that filthy fucking mouth of yours” Turning your head to the side with all your strength, you spit at him, and it lands on his shirt. He tilts his head down at his now-stained shirt and then up at you.

It's like you can feel the change in the air. A genuine gasp leaves your lips when he grabs a fistful of your wig and forces your back into his chest. His breath is hot against your ear. “You're in for it now whore”

You hear the jingle of his belt buckle and his zipper, and then you feel the tip of his cock tapping your clit 2,3,4 times. “Fuck I knew you were wet seems like the little princess is enjoying this after all”

He pulls your thong to the side, and you feel his tip pushing against your entrance. Using your hands, you try to push him away from you, but it's no use. With the tight grip he has on your hair and the unnatural position you're in, there's no way you're getting out of this.

You open your mouth to speak, and you only manage to make a sound before he's shoving his cock all the way inside. You bite your lip in order to conceal your moans. You're not going to let him hear you. The pace he sets is brutal. There's no mistake in his mind that he's punishing you. His free hand snakes around your front, and he grabs at your chest, trying to pull your breasts from their confinement. When he finally accomplishes his goal, he gives your breast one slap each.

He playfully bites you on your neck.“You think you're gonna be able to keep quiet the whole time? Well think again princess. You're enjoying this; you like being defiled in the middle of nowhere with no one around…” his words trail off and he uses that moment to slowly enter you just to draw back until only the tip is left and then slam back inside. He does this over and over again until your breathing picks up.

With the free hand that's not gripping your hair he forced his index and middle finger into your mouth. “You're going to fucking moan for me. I'm going to have you cumming on my cock and your going to moan out loud so everything is this fucking forest can hear you do you understand me?” Before he can pull his fingers away you bite them not hard enough to bleed but hard enough to hurt.

He lets out a painful sound and this time the smack that he gives your ass hurts. His hand finally leaves your hair and wraps around your throat. “You wanna play dirty so let's play. You're not going to breathe until your cumming you fucking hear me?” He pauses again but keeps fucking you and then you realize the hand on your throat doesn't tighten. Is he trying to subtly ask you for permission? His mask is right against the right side of your face and you give a subtle nod of your head. 

Once you do his hand tightens around your throat and the other goes to your clit. Miguel is rubbing you fast and you place your hands over the one that's around your throat. Your orgasm is building fast so you know you aren't going to last long. When he lets go of your throat the air comes rushing back into your lungs. He rests his arm over your chest and holds onto one of your breasts as if to anchor himself.

You moan out loud at the multiple feelings of him all around you.

He's against your back. 

He’s working your clit. 

He’s deep inside you.

You no longer have the energy to fight back. You can feel the heat of his body engulfing you; this whole time, you haven't kissed him either. You both held out longer than you would've anticipated. It should be okay to end things early, right?

“F-Fuck Miguel, I want—I want to see you,” you say in between pants as you turn to the side to face him. You can hear him laugh as he registers your words. “You're supposed to be fighting me cariño”

You try to speak, but it sounds like you're whining; you don’t even know what that word means. You want him to make you cum so much. “I don't—know what-” he cuts you off and begins to shush you. “It's okay, baby, I know I know you're going to cum soon. Your pretty pussy is taking me so well, I want to stay in here forever and fill you up with cum over and over again”

“Kiss me,” you manage to say, and he begins to roll his hips, grinding into you from behind. The second your lips meet his, you enter your tongue into his mouth, eager to taste him. But you break the kiss all too soon when your orgasm rushes through your body, you moan out his name as you feel your wetness running down your thighs and onto the floor. You can't even think clearly right now about what just happened.

Miguel notices and pulls out of you only to replace his fingers where his cock just was. He doesn't give you time to rest with his fingers pistoning in and out of you, causing more liquid to leak out of you.

He gently bites your ear. “Mierda, I didn't know you were a squirter, look at you soaking my cock and my fingers” You whine as you become overstimulated. Finally, he takes pity on you and twists you to face him. His arm, which was across your chest, guides you gently off your knees and to the floor away from the mess you created. You watch as he strokes his cock hard and fast, and you use the last of your energy to wrap your legs around him, urging him closer.

You don't want him to cum on you; you want him inside. 

“Cum inside me,” He listens, burying himself inside of you so quickly. You moan at the feeling of his cum filling you, and he locks eyes with you as he does.

Using his arms to hold himself up so he doesn't crush you, you both stay there catching your breath. He uses his hand to brush your hair away from your face as he gently caresses your cheek. “Fuck are you okay? I wasn't too rough on you, was I? When you stopped fighting me, I took the memo and stopped. Was that okay, I-” Taking note of the panic in his voice instinctively, you lean into his touch and lazily shake your head. “I'm okay and I had fun, I don't know why I stopped, I suddenly just wanted to see you, to kiss you. I know it’s weird, I just-” He shushes you like he did earlier. “It’s fine, and no, it’s not weird, I get it” He pauses and checks you over, making sure there aren’t bruises on you.

“It was hard to ignore the urge to kiss with that mask on, but I can do it as much as I want to now”  Miguel attacks your face with kisses, and you laugh at the feeling. He then trails kisses down your body on your neck. In between your breasts, on your breasts. He then pulls out only to place a kiss on your pussy. He tucks his hands beneath you and gently massages your ass. He tucks your breasts back into your dress and tucks himself into his pants. He reaches down and places a kiss on your lips. It’s slow, and you sigh happily as his lips linger. 

•°~°•

“Thank you for tonight,” Miguel says as he breaks the kiss. He stands up and carries you bridal style. When he brings you home, he’s going to draw you a bath and maybe put on a movie that the two of you can watch since you like watching those corny Halloween movies. Oddly enough, he wants you to sleep in his bed tonight. After sex, you usually cuddle and lie there naked in his bed with after sex bliss. But you usually retreat back to your room shortly after claiming to give him space. Miguel wishes he had never mentioned his need for his own space because every time you leave, he wishes you would just stay. 

Miguel can feel his face heating at the thought of you staying in his bed, waking up with you in his arms. It’s also usually when you strike up a conversation with him. The whole point of your arrangement is to explore each other's different kinks and for him to speak to you more. It feels a little unfair on your part, a conversation with him can’t mean that much to you can it? 

So he’s been doing subtle but not so subtle things for you. Like cooking extra food for himself, knowing he’s saving the rest for you. Helping you clean up after a study session with your friends. Coming to pick you up after a party on campus so he can make sure you get home safely. He’s even found himself leaving his night class and heading straight to the party just to watch over you and then walk you home. After that stunt that boy pulled at a party last time he’s not taking any chances with you. Your friends have made fun of you once they noticed he kept showing up at these parties just to sit and watch you. He overheard them asking you if there’s anything going on between the two of you, but all you said was that you’ll tell them later. 

He wishes you had just told them right then and there that each weekend you guys are fucking. Exploring and trying out kinks you guys never got to try out. He wishes he had heard you telling them that it’s exclusive, just you and him, you both agreed to not have any sexual partners outside of this. 

He wishes you would just tell the whole campus that you’re off limits.

Well, at least for the time being, college only lasts 4 years, and you both completed 2 years already.

He’s pulled out of his thoughts when he feels you tugging on his shirt. “Wait, don’t forget your mask, so we can use it again” A laugh falls from his lips as he turns back to get the mask. “You want to use it again tonight?”

“No, but maybe we can try this again, but this time at home, you can maybe pretend to break into the house, I’ll run, and you chase, then have your way with me when you catch me, but I’ll fight you on it. But of course, only if you want to” He watches as you fiddle with the ends of your costume, the moonlight highlighting the pink hue of your cheeks. You're embarrassed. Cute.

“Trust me, I want to. That’ll be our next one, deal?”