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“Past the cliff, it’s the Abysmal Pit, correct?” You asked the GM. 

“Correct.”

“And anyone who falls in is erased from existence, right?

“Correct.”

“No!” Sam shouted. “I know what you’re thinking. You can’t do it!”

You give her a solemn look, eyes filled with sadness. 

“I’m sorry.” You pick up your red D20. “But you can’t stop me. I’m going for a grapple on the lich, then I’m dragging him over the edge with me.” 

A chorus of gasps erupts from your party members. Some are getting teary-eyed. 

Two years of a campaign filled with adventure, friendship, romance, and tears. This is how it ends. Perhaps it was destined to be. 

“Make your roll.” Your GM feels tears prick in their own eyes. Not knowing whether they want you to succeed on this or not. 

As is tradition on major rolls, you bring your trusty die to your lips. Pecking it softly, you pray that this works. 

“Lucky shot,” you hear Sam say under their breath. 

Cupping the die in your hands, you give a good shake. Then you release it onto the table. Everyone in the room is holding their breath as it rolls. Finally, it stops. Natural 20. 

Normally, the table would erupt with cheers. This time, it wasn’t proper to celebrate. 

“Prim,” your GM took in a shaky breath as he spoke your character’s name. Trying to hold back tears. “You muster up the final dregs of strength within you. Pulling yourself up with a groan. Everything hurts, but your mind has been made up. Pushing through it all, you start to run. Taking one final look at your fallen teammates. This is the last time you will see them. Tell me how this ends.” Their voice wavered. 

“As I run toward the lich, I let out a final ‘goodbye’. I grab it around the waist, then throw both of us off of the ledge. No matter what it does I keep ahold of it. It’s coming with me.” Your own eyes fill with tears. 

“As you fall, the lich tries to get you off of it, but to no avail. For a brief moment you can see a flash of its past humanity. Fear filling its face as it realizes the one thing that it tried to run from has finally arrived. Death in the shape of a half-elf rogue who risked it all to defeat it.”

Chance sighed dreamily, remembering your great sacrifice. Seemed like you frequently played characters that laid their life on the line. No wonder he was absolutely smitten.

While you weren’t able to see his personified form at the moment, he was able to see you. Back hunched over as you typed on Mac. The computer feeling pretty good about themselves as you cranked out your latest self-insert fanfic. What else were you supposed to do when an AI took over your job? 

Chance wasn’t able to see what you were writing, but could see Mac occasionally blush and chuckle at the words you were typing onto them. 

“Care to share?” He asked the computer. 

Mac glanced over at him, then back to one of the screens in front of them. 

“I’m not so sure that’s a good idea. She’s kind of mortified that I’ve even read this stuff.” Mac turned back to read what you had just typed out, red blooming on their face. “Yeah, no. You don’t need to know about this.” 

Chance grumbled to himself. It didn’t feel fair that Mac got to see the sexiest innermost thoughts of yours. Actually, he was kind of jealous of many of your objects. Betty slept with you every night, witnessing the limited sexual exploits of yours. Johnny, he wouldn’t talk about it, too much of a gentleman. But the massage setting on his shower head? He might have alluded to activities you had accomplished with that. 

It was frustrating to say the least. Seeing how much better the other beings in the home got to know you intimately. All Chance wanted was a taste of that knowledge. 

He hoped you’d put your Dateviators back on again. Now that you had been able to see him, all he wanted was your attention. It didn’t help that you enthusiastically offered to play G&G with him. Only feeding into the ever-growing obsession with you. 

It didn’t start when you put those glasses on, no. It started when you came up with that damned tradition. Kissing the 20 side of his die body. You didn’t know, couldn’t know, really. But he felt it, every single time. It was special, something you only did when making a major roll. And you always picked him. Your “lucky shot” for your “lucky die”. 

The thing was, you hadn’t ended that tradition. When you began playing with Chance, you continued to make your lucky shots. Not realizing that although the personified version was sitting in front of you, Chance was still very much connected to the object he was. He would have you roll on something difficult, and as if it were instinct, you pressed your soft lips right on the20 side. Thankfully, Chance had been able to maintain his composure as you watched the die roll. However, it was beginning to become too much. 

Each press of your lips to the die had him falling for you harder and harder. 

With a sigh, you pushed away from your computer. Eyeing the die beside you with a smirk. Tapping on the desk, your gaze flitted over to your glasses. It had been a few hours since you had them on, couldn’t hurt to say hi to your office. And there might have been a specific object that held your affections.

“You know. I can feel you looking at me, right?” You teased the die before putting on the Dateviators. 

Chance’s face was ruddy when you looked at him, caught red handed. Rubbing his neck sheepishly, he gave you an apologetic look.

“What can I say? You’re nice to look at.” 

Now it was your turn to blush. The damned man always seemed to fluster you in such innocuous ways. Somehow always polite with his flirting. 

There were times he could be fairly forward, but he never pushed. It was sweet. 

Thinking about it, you could go for something sweet now. But nothing that was consumable. 

“Do you have a session prepped?” You asked.

Immediately, he perked up. A bright smile on his face complimented by an enthused flush. 

“Of course! Ever since you’ve come along, I’m like ten sessions ahead!” He leaned toward you, bouncing on his toes. 

“I’m glad that you’ve been so inspired. I love your stories.” You gave him a soft smile. 

His eyes widen, practically sparkling at your words.

“Y-you love my stories?” He held his hand to his heart, feeling the muscle pump faster at your compliment.

“Why do you think I want to play with you so often?” You pulled his die over with a finger, rolling it around. “I have a lot of fun with you.” 

“We could have more fun.” He raised a brow suggestively, looking over his glasses at you.

Red in the face, you waved him off with a giggle.

“Do you have time to play now?”

“I always have time for you.” 

You were sure you heard Timothy scoff somewhere in the distance. That was no matter though, for now you had the full attention of your favorite die. 

“Shall we play, then?” 

Chance nodded enthusiastically, then proceeded to get his GM station set up. When his screen and notes were all in place, he gave an approved nod. Looking up, he beamed at you again. Feeling his heart squeeze at the content smile on your face as you sat on the other end of the table from him. Oh how he wished to always keep you happy. He would play forever with you just to make sure that smile never fell from your lips. 

“Alright, where did we leave off?” He glanced over his notes.

“I managed to talk myself out of being eaten by a giant.” You had your own notes pulled out. 

Chance felt his heart swell again. You took notes! Oh, you truly were the perfect player. 

“That’s right! My charismatic girl!” He chuckled as your face grew red. 

He was glad that he managed to make you as flustered as you made him. Equal opportunity flirting to make the other squirm. Again, perfect. 

“You’ve gotten away from the giant, but you still have yet to find the gilded egg laying hen.” 

“Thankfully, you have quite the wise girl as well!” You let out a satisfied huff. “Can I make a perception check to see where the chicken is?” 

“You may.” He motioned for you to continue.

Shaking the die in your hands you urged it to roll well. 

“C’mon D20, show me what you’re made of!” 

You released the die, it clattered into your dice tray. After a moment of circling, it landed on a 16. 

“Nice! And that’s a plus four to my perception!” 

“Wonderful!” He cleared his throat, continuing his tale. “As you look around the foyer of the giant’s castle, you aren’t finding any indications of where a hen might be roosting. However, after a moment of hearing silence, there’s a new sound filtering down the hallway to the north.”

“What’s the sound?” You ask with a knowing smirk.

“It’s soft harp music, almost dreamlike.” 

After your previous character died valiantly saving a village from a dragon, Chance asked if you would mind experimenting with a fairytale themed game. Of course, you agreed, excited to see what he would come up with. While some of the quests you have been on so far were a bit predictable, he had many twists and turns added in. 

Like Cinderella’s slipper turning out to be a baby mimic. When you had managed to aid the prince in finding his lost love, the mimic revealed itself, chomping down on her foot. However, she didn’t scream. It turned out, Cinderella’s ballgown had already consumed her and was using her head and limbs to blend in. The fairy godmother revealed herself as a demon looking to collect on the souls of the kingdom. All she needed was the prince to disappear so she could take his place. 

It was a lovely twist that ended with a fairly hard battle. Thankfully the prince that accompanied you turned out to be part of the bloodline of very powerful sorcerers, so he was able to aid in the defeat of the fairy godmother. 

The prince tried asking for your hand in marriage, but you had other adventures to go on. Instead, you left with a hefty amount of gold. A token of appreciation for saving the kingdom. The engagement ring hidden amongst the coins didn’t go unnoticed, Chance giving you a cheeky wink when he mentioned it. 

You had noticed the man had been throwing romance options at you throughout each of the fairy tales. Many of them were love stories, sure, but it seemed like he really wanted you to get with someone. Little Red Riding Hood, growing smitten with you after you saved her from the belly of a wolf. A huntsman asking for your hand after you aided him in saving the kingdom from a corrupt king. Snow White practically begged you to marry her after you turned out to be her “true love's kiss”. He was laying it on pretty thick, so to speak.  

Truthfully, the reason why you never accepted was because you wanted Chance to stop hiding his affections behind characters in your game. The two of you had constant flirty banter, but it felt like he could only speak through innuendo when hinting at wanting anything more. While it was endearing, it was starting to become tiring. 

Though admittedly, you were a coward too. It would be hypocritical to judge the man considering you couldn’t muster up the courage to do anything either. Instead, you sat in a flirtatious purgatory. Something that could be viewed as a comfortable platonic relationship, but in reality had very, very heavy overtones of desire. 

Neither you or Chance could be subtle. There were times where you could feel the hunger in his eyes as he ran your game. Usually when you did something quite clever. 

That time when you answered his Latin riddle? The man was very glad he had baggy pants on. 

Then there was you. Easily bending to his dominating whims when he was GMing. Something about him having that kind of authority over you often had you clenching your thighs and squirming in your chair. And don’t even get started on the villain monologues. He pulled one of those out, you left the gaming table with your panties soaked. Giving Betty quite the show when you couldn’t get to sleep. 

Back to your current game, Chance asked for your next move.

“I follow the sound of the harp.”

“You feel almost entranced at the music. Your steps pulling you to the north hallway. After about an hour of walking (remember, this is a GIANT’S castle) you made it to the room the music was coming from. Peering inside, you see a giant sitting on a bed. She appears to be much shorter than the one you first encountered, but still clearly a giant. You can tell she is related to the other giant, both sporting the same nose shape. The giant girl is playing the harp, her fingers delicately plucking at the strings. You look across from her and see what you’ve been looking for. A hen nestled in a nest of straw. Its body swaying side to side with the music. Below it you see a peek of gold. What would you like to do?”

“I’m not going to try and hide.”

Chance looked at you with wide eyes, surprised at your blatant move.

“I handled the other giant with my words, I can easily do the same again.”

Oh, he loved your confidence. Your willingness to dive in despite the consequences. He just hoped that it wouldn’t end with your bones ground up to make bread. Quite the horrific way to depart this mortal realm.

“If you say so. You stride inside with confidence. Hyping yourself up from your previous encounter with a giant.” He rolled a die, giving a grimace. “The giant girl doesn’t appear to see you. She’s looking right at the hen, swaying side to side as she continues to play the harp.”

“I try to catch her attention by clearing my throat loudly.” 

“You clear your throat, and she stops playing. A sour look grows on her face as she looks for the source of the sound. Looking down, she finally spots you. Crossing her arms, she gives you a pout.”

“You know, it’s quite rude to interrupt a performance.” Chance put on the voice of a little girl, making you chuckle. “What’s so funny?”

“Chance, you know that wasn’t in-game.” You gave him a stern look. 

“I know, I’m just messin. Anyways… she looks at you, waiting for you to respond.”

“I apologize, your music is lovely.” 

“Then why did you interrupt me?”

“Well, I have some important matters to discuss.”

“Important matters? What’s important is that Bailey gets her proper rest.” Chance returns to his normal voice. “You follow her gaze to the hen in the nest.”

“Is Bailey your hen?” 

“Obviously!” The character voice returned. “And she won’t lay eggs unless I play for her.” 

“I see.” You ponder on that information for a moment, then ask. “Is the harp huge?”

“It’s giant, so is the hen.”

“Didn’t the asshole who hired me say he had been here before? Why send me up if there’s no way to bring the items down?” You huffed in frustration at the quest-giver.

“Who said there wasn’t a way to bring them down?” He clicked his tongue at you, admonishingly.

“Hmmm. I think I'll talk to the girl some more.” He motioned for you to continue. “I’m sure Bailey loves your music.”

“She does, she always lays an egg when I play! My daddy says I’m gettin just as good as my mama!” Chance goes back to narrating. “After she says that she goes quiet. Her eyes widening as if she’s just realized you were here. There’s a darkness in them that surprises you for a girl so young.”

“I don’t have a good feeling about this.” You bit your lip nervously.

“You’re a human. Humans aren’t allowed here!”

“Um, you’re dad let me go. At least I think it was your dad.” You give Chance a nervous glance.

“Roll on persuasion.”

Shaking the dice, you let it drop. Watching in fear as it lands on a three. Chance’s gaze grows dark.

“You only think you know? How can I know if you’re telling the truth?” Chance narrates again. “The giant girl stands up, towering high over you. A glare on her face as her eyes narrow. But you spot something odd, her eyes are watering.” The little girl voice is put back on. “All humans lie! I bet you’re no different!”

“I decide to stay quiet, letting her speak.” You say to Chance. Again, he’s surprised at your action.

“Your people killed my mom!” He switches back to normal. “You now see tears falling from her eyes. She’s going to reach for you.” He rolls a die, eyeing you expectantly. “Would you like to do anything to stop it?”

“No. I let her.” 

“A large hand grabs you with a crushing squeeze. You feel the air forced out of your body by the strong grip of her hand. She lifts you to her head.” He clears his throat, going back to the girl voice. “I should just eat you, show you how it feels.” He gives you another expectant look. “Are you going to try and do anything?”

“Nope. I’m gonna close my eyes and accept my fate.” 

Impressed, Chance sits back with his arms crossed. Pondering on what to do next. While you had managed to talk your way out of the last giant encounter, he thought you would at least try to fight your way out of this one. The giant child’s stat block was something that you could manage on your own. 

“Okay. I want you to roll persuasion, and I’ll be nice and give you advantage for what you’ve managed to do so far.”

Pumping your fist in the air, you reached for the die. This time, you brought the D20 to your lips, giving it a light peck. This was a roll that was gonna need it. 

“C’mon lucky shot, don’t let me down now.” 

The first roll landed on a 6. Again, you brought the die to your lips. The kiss to the dice slightly lingering, just for good luck. You shook it in your hand and released, crossing your fingers for a good roll. Slowly, it spun to land on a 20.

“Nat 20 babee! Let’s gooooo!” You stood up and cheered, your character saved.

Chance remained seated, face beet red. His breathing had become labored. For some reason, he couldn’t get himself to calm down. Maybe it was the fact that you had kissed the die in succession. Something he could feel burning through his body. 

Coming down from your high, you realized Chance hadn’t continued. Turning, you gave him a concerned look. Walking over, you eyed the state he was in. Face still extremely flushed. 

“Are you okay?” You leaned toward him, trying to figure out what was wrong.

“I-I’m fine. We can continue!” He rubbed his neck nervously.

“Are you sure? Your face is really red.”

“What did you expect after kissing me like that!” He clamped his hands over his mouth, face turning another shade darker. 

“What? I didn’t kiss…” You looked over to the die, feeling a heat crawl up your neck. “C-can you feel that?”

Hands still over his mouth, he nodded. You realized you had been performing your luck ritual the entire time you had been playing with Chance. He could feel it. Every. Single. Time. 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You felt terrible, doing that to him without asking.

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He said softly.

“But then I kept making you uncomfortable! Kissing you without your consent, ugh. I’m so sorry, Chance.” You gave him a sad look that pierced his heart. That wasn’t what he meant at all!

“I never said I was uncomfortable.” He composed himself somewhat.

“Huh?” 

“I might have liked it…” He trailed quietly. 

“What was that?” You couldn’t make out what he said.

“I like it!” He blurted. “I really like it when you kiss me.” His face grew red again as he waited for your response.

“Y-you do?” 

He nodded sheepishly. 

“Yeah. It feels… nice. Really nice.” He bit his lip nervously. “You’re always so soft and sweet.” 

“Oh.” Your face was burning.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” He gave you an apologetic look. 

“Chance…” This time you were nervous.

“Yes?” 

You leaned down toward his face. Arms planted on the headrest of his chair.

“Can I actually kiss you?”

“I-I mean technically you are ‘actually’ kissing me…” He stuttered out, eyes flitting between your eyes and lips.

You gave him an unamused pout.

“You know what I mean. How’s about this? Can I give you a reciprocated kiss? One that you also participate in?”

“Yes. Please.” 

With that, you pressed your lips to his. Chance froze up at first, eyes wide at the fact that this was happening. Leaning into the kiss, his eyes fluttered shut. You let out a content sigh at the feel of his lips against yours. Soft and plush, perfectly meldable with your own. 

With your tongue, you teased at his bottom lip. Gladly, he slightly opened his mouth for your tongues to intertwine. A low groan left him as he tasted you. So fucking perfect.

The man pushed the chair away from the table, letting you sink onto his lap. Your hand trailed up his neck, fingers lightly scratching at his scalp. He moaned against you at the action. His own hands trailed over your body, mapping out your slopes and curves. Ultimately they landed on your ass, giving it a quick squeeze. You giggled against his lips, pulling away to get a good look at him.

Face still flushed with kiss bitten lips and blown out pupils. He stared up at you like you were a goddess that was granting him a blessing. That was sure how this encounter was feeling. Something that he had only dreamed of. 

“You’re so handsome.” You pressed kisses against his jaw and down his throat, making him shiver. 

“And you’re beautiful. So perfect.” He pressed a kiss to your lips. 

Leaning your forehead against his, you smiled. Then an idea came to you. Biting your lip, you wondered if the man beneath you would oblige to your whims. 

“Chance…”

“Hmm?”

“When I kiss your die, where do you feel it?”

“Oh, um, I guess on my face? Like a whisper against my cheeks and the corner of my lips.” He let out an awkward chuckle. 

You shifted off of him to grab the die, then returned to his lap. Holding the die in front of you, you looked over the numbers.

“So what would happen if I kissed the other numbers?” You asked, gaze hungry.

Oh, oh, this was hot. So fucking hot. Chance thought just kissing you was a dream come true. You wanting more from him? That was merely a fantasy.

“I suppose I would feel you kissing me on other parts of my body.” He answered. Truthfully, he had no idea what would happen. You only ever kissed the 20.

“So if I kiss the one.” You brought the dice to your lips, pecking the side.

Chance giggled at the feeling. Right on the bottom of his foot. 

“I take it that was your foot?”

He nodded, excited to see where this was going. Already feeling himself growing semi-hard in his pants as  he watched you in anticipation.

You pressed a kiss to the five, eyeing Chance’s response. He twitched under you with a whimper. 

“Where was that?”

“My left thigh.” 

Okay, so if five was the left thigh then… you pressed a kiss to the six.

“R-right thigh.” He groaned out. Having your lips on him like this was something else. 

It was probably a good thing you never kissed the other numbers. He was sure you would make him cum from just kissing him alone. 

“So if six is your other thigh then that must mean seven or eight is likely your-”

“What if we avoided that area?” He cut you off, a nervous sheen of sweat on his forehead. 

“Why’s that?” You leaned in, giving him a deep kiss.

“I-I just…” He couldn’t finish the sentence. 

“Chance, would me kissing the dice equivalent of your crotch make you cum?” Wow, just right out with it. 

“Y-yeah, yeah. It would. I’m gonna be honest. With the way that you’re already going at it, I’d probably cum just from you kissing me.” 

“Really?” You sat upright, eyes sparkling. 

He nodded, blushing furiously. 

“Could we try it?” You bit your lip. 

The thought of having the man fall apart just from you kissing him had you riled up. You could feel yourself growing wetter at the thought. Seeing him squirm from your kisses before coming undone. Oh, that was very appealing. 

“You want to?” He was surprised.

“Yeah, I do. Only if you want to.” 

“You don’t have to ask twice.” He wrapped a hand around your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. Your tongues tangled with each other as you moaned. 

Pulling away, you brought the dice back up to your face. Eyeing the numbers, you decided to go for the 19. You gave it a slow kiss, watching Chance as he shivered and moaned. The feeling reached a sweet spot on his neck that had him keening. He was pretty sure he was addicted to your lips now. 

You continued to press kisses to various numbers. Loving every whimper and moan you managed to get out of the man. Occasionally you would lean back in to give him a proper kiss on the lips, only to return to tease him with the die. 

Chance could tell you were avoiding the seven and eight. Eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore. 

“P-please.” He groaned through gritted teeth as he felt your lips on his chest. “I need you…”

“Need me to what?” You teased with a smirk.

“Kiss the seven and eight. Please.” He begged, squirming beneath you.

“Hmm. Good boy.” Oh fuck. That had his dick throbbing. 

Slowly, you brought the die to your lips. You pecked all over it, then finally pressed a kiss to the seven. Chance cried out at the feeling. Your lips right where he needed them. Feeling them press against his throbbing length. He was sure the next one would be the last he needed. You gave another slow kiss to the eight. It was his undoing. Cock twitching in his pants, releasing a sticky load into his boxers. His hands gripped at your hips as he rutted against the feeling of your lips. 

“Oh f-fuck.” He stuttered out. 

You pressed your lips to his, then kissed all over his face. The man melting into your affection. 

“How was that?” You asked softly.

“Amazing. Perfect. Wonderful. Perfect. Did I mention perfect?” He chuckled.

“I’m glad I could give you that.” You picked up the die again, giving it a peck on the 20. 

“Guess I’ll be keeping my lucky shot tradition for our other games.” You gave him a sweet smile. 

“Oh? Did you have something else in mind?” You ask Chance  with a hooded gaze. 

His face turns red as he tries to find the right words. So much for his attempt at taking control. Seems like he’d remain putty in your hands as long as you were sitting on his lap. 

Taking advantage of the pause, you pressed your lips to his die. Leaving a long kiss against the eight side, eliciting an overstimulated whine from the man below you. His cock jumping at the ghost of your lips. 

“Ah! Fuck…” He gazes up at you with pleading eyes. “You’re gonna get me hard again.” 

“Is that a problem?” You gave him a cheeky smirk before bringing the dice back to your lips. Leaving a trail of kisses along his body, ending with his cock. 

He whined again, grabbing your hips tightly with his hands. So that’s how you want to play? 

His pleading syrupy gaze suddenly turned dark and calculated.  Licking his lips, he pressed you closer to his body. Now back to a dominating mindset. At the move, you felt your heart rate pick up. 

Leaning up, he pressed wet kisses up the column of your throat. One kiss hitting your sweet spot, making you keen. Pressing your breasts against his chest. Warm hands trailed up your shirt, cupping and squeezing them. You felt so soft. With nimble fingers, he teased at your nipples. On his lap you squirmed with a whine. Your crotch brushed up against his re-hardened length. Both of you groaned at the feeling. 

“C-Chance…” You breathed out shakily. 

“Hmm?” His eyes remained dark and hooded. The lustful gaze made you shiver. 

“What are you doi- oh!” He pinched your nipples. 

“What do you want me to do?” He asked lowly. 

Oh, this was certainly a change of pace. The man that had been writhing and whining below you just mere moments ago was suddenly very, very confident. Perhaps it was a case of post-nut clarity. Regardless of the reason, you knew you wanted this. Wanted him. Badly. However, it didn’t seem like you could form a coherent sentence when your mind was soaking in his dominant manner. 

“Oh, um, I…” 

“Something wrong, sweetheart?” He gave you a knowing smirk. 

“N-no? Ah!” He pinched your nipples again. 

“Then why won’t you tell me what you want?” He lifted up your shirt, pressing soft kisses up your belly and sternum. 

Pulling back, he raised a brow. Waiting for you to give him an answer. 

Biting your lip, you tried to come up with something. There was nothing coming to mind though. So many options of what he could do was overwhelming. Flitting your eyes around, you wracked your brain. But no conclusion was to be found.

A warm hand took yours, grounding you. Chance brought it up to his lips placing a tender kiss against your palm. 

“I can choose. I am your Game Master, after all.” He winked at you with a smirk. 

How that phrase managed to be the sexiest thing ever? You have no idea, but it had you soaking your panties nonetheless. 

As if he could read your thoughts, Chance dipped his fingers under your waistband. Tenderly brushing over your panties he groaned. Those dark eyes looking back into yours with a hunger that had you shivering. 

“You’re soaked.” A blunt statement said in a husky voice that had you reeling. “I bet I could easily slip in and fuck you right now.” 

A long moan escaped you as you felt his fingers press harshly on your clit through your panties. His thick fingers continued to tease over your clothed sex. His ministrations making you grind against his hand. Your body desperate for more friction. 

A strong hand forced your hips to stay down, making you take the teasing motions. 

“Look at you now, not so high and mighty anymore, yeah?” He chuckled lowly. “Think you’re the only one that’s capable of teasing?” 

“N-no.” You hiccupped out as he lightly flicked over your sensitive nub. Still over your panties.

Fuck, this was frustrating. You gave him an irritated pout. He used your expression as an opportunity. Kissing you slowly, then nipping at your jutted out bottom lip. Quickly, you caved. Allowing his tongue to take over your mouth. Greedily lapping against yours with a groan. 

When he pulled back, he smirked. Eyes memorizing the dazed look you held. A flush on your cheeks as your mouth hung slightly open, just begging for his tongue to tangle with yours again. 

All in due time… 

First, he wanted to try something. Strong arms looped around your thighs, making you lock your legs around Chance’s torso instinctively. He lifted you off the chair with himself, then lowered you onto your office rug. His body pinning you beneath him. 

Slowly, his warm hands pulled off your shirt. His eyes studied you for any objections. When you nodded in approval, he quickly discarded the garment. As he looked over your exposed torso, he whistled lowly. Letting out a quiet “Holy Crit!” That you just barely made out. 

You weren’t wearing a bra under your shirt. Allowing the man to see your bare glory. Again, you were like a goddess in his eyes. One that he desperately wished to worship. 

He looked at your hand that was holding his die and grabbed it. Pulling it to your lips, he gave you a command. 

“Kiss it.” 

You obeyed kissing the die on the number five, the sweet feeling of your lips on his thigh had him shivering.  

“Again.” 

You nodded, kissing the 10 this time, right on his lower belly. 

“Mmmph.” He held back a moan, bringing his attention to you. “Everywhere you kiss on the die, is where I will kiss you.” He watched your eyes light up at the thought. 

Before you could turn the die to the eight, his hand stopped you. 

“Ah, ah! Not so fast, sweetheart. Any number but the seven and eight. Got it?”

As you nodded, he released your hand. Above you, he motioned for you to continue. Deciding to start safe, you pressed a kiss to the 19. Chance let out a content sigh, then leaned down. Soft lips pressed into the crook of your neck. The kiss landing right on your sweet spot, making you shiver. 

This time, you pressed a kiss to the six. Chance shuddered, cock jumping and the touch on his thigh. Looking down he gave you a smirk and airy chuckle. What a tease.

“May I?” He asked, hands resting at the top of your pants.

“You may.” You nodded a bit too enthusiastically. 

Slowly, Chance peeled down your pants. He chuckled at your panties. A pair that had G&G graphics covering them. 

“Were you expecting something?” He questioned with a smirk. 

“Not necessarily. They’re comfy. But do you like them?” 

“I love them.” He was being honest.

Maybe it was his love of the game, but you in nerdy attire did something to him. Something that had his cock straining even harder than before. As much as he enjoyed your underwear, he decided those had to go too. 

Now you lay before him full bare. A mouthwatering sight to say the least.  Between your legs your pussy glistened with want. Slick dripping onto your thighs. 

Following the little game he had begun, Chance kissed your inner thigh. Earning him a whine.  As he neared your sex, he let out a low groan. You smelled so fucking good. He couldn’t wait to get a taste. 

Putting the dice to your lips you kissed the 14. Chance felt the kiss on his bicep. Tenderly, he lifted your arm, placing a kiss there. 

When he pulled back he was met with your gaze sparkling with adoration. His heart swelled in his chest. Leaning back down, he couldn’t help it. He pressed a deep passionate kiss against your lips. Your hands went to his head, fingers carding in his hair. 

You continued to kiss the die, and Chance’s lips would follow. Trailing down your neck to your breasts. Tongue teasing at your nipples before continuing further. Featherlight kisses down your belly, on your thighs and arms. His mouth on you felt like bliss with only kisses. You wondered how he would feel elsewhere…

His hand slid down between your thighs. Thick fingers teased at your slick lips and he groaned. You were absolutely drenched right now. All because he was kissing you. 

He brought his fingers to his mouth, letting out the most lewd moan you had ever heard. It had you practically gushing. 

“Fuck, you taste good.” He moved to kiss you again, tongues tangling with the aftertaste of you. 

“I want more.” He growled lowly. “Kiss the eight and seven.”

You followed his command. Kissing the spots on the dice with a long press. He clenched his eyes shut and moaned as he felt your lips press against his length. He kissed back down your belly, then stopped between your thighs. 

Spreading them, he groaned. The sight of your slick, needy pussy was too much. He desperately needed a taste. So he dove in. Kissing and sucking at your lips and whining at your taste. Unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He would gladly get drunk on your weeping cunt if you would let him. As of now, it seemed you would. 

Your body jolted as he began to eat you out with fervor. Whines and moans escaping your lips as he lapped away at your folds. The feeling of him moaning against you had sparks of pleasure travel through your body. It was pure ecstasy. 

With what little thought you had left in you, you managed to bring the die back to your lips. This time trying something new. Sticking out your tongue, you gave it a light lick. Between your thighs Chance let out a low groan. You licked the dice again, earning you a moan. 

“Oh, oh. That…” Chance lifted himself up from between your legs. Lips glistening with your slick. 

He leaned himself over you, then pinned the hand holding the dice down. His gaze was dark and hungry. 

“If you keep that up, I’ll cum again.” You spotted a twinge of worry in his eyes as he said that. 

“Is that a problem?” You cocked your head to the side.

“Yes.” He said lowly, like he was holding himself back.

“Why’s that?” You bit your lip with a smile.

Leaning next to your ear, his hot labored breaths had you shivering. 

“Because I won’t get to cum IN you otherwise.” He trailed kisses down your jaw as you whined at his words. Feeling a smirk on his lips against your skin.

Lifting up, he took a long look over your naked form. He hummed in approval. 

“Now, may I get back to my meal? You’re quite delicious.” He winked at you, a flush on his cheeks. 

You nodded, and he slid back down between your legs. Immediately, his lips returned to your pussy. Licking stripes up and down your cunt had you writhing and moaning. Occasionally he would flick his tongue over your clit, making you cry out in pleasure. His actions were making a heat grow within your belly. The licking flames of pleasure would soon turn into your climax. 

The man wrapped his strong arms around your thighs, pulling you as close to him as possible. Burying his face in your pussy, licking through your folds quickly. He nosed at your clit as he continued to eat you out like a starved man. It felt like he was one. There was no way he wouldn’t be addicted to your taste. Especially when him tasting you had you making those lovely noises that were shooting straight to his cock. 

With each pass of his tongue over you, you felt the heat grow more and more. Till it was becoming too much. You knew it was going to snap soon. 

“C-Chance, ah! I’m ah!” You couldn’t make a coherent sentence, instead focusing on the pure pleasure coursing through your body.

Chance groaned against your heat, pushing you over the edge. 

Thighs locking around his head, your climax had you gushing over his face. Which Chance lapped up gratefully. Accepting every and all of the offerings your body had to give. 

With slow licks, he helped you down from the high. Your body buzzing with the aftershocks of pleasure. Legs shaking and breaths labored. 

Before Chance pulled away, he pressed a kiss to your clit that had you yelping at the overstimulation. He smirked, crawling back over you. Leaning down, he pressed a wet kiss against your lips. Making you taste yourself on his tongue. It had you shivering with anticipation. 

For a moment, Chance paused. Taking in everything that had occurred so far. You beneath him, shivering from your earth shattering orgasm. His cock, straining against his pants after all of your teasing. Fantasy was one thing, but this reality was something he never could have thought up. 

Bringing him back to you, you gave a kiss to the 20. Chance feeling your lips on his cheek, gave you a bright smile. It was interesting, the shift between the man’s playful and dominant side. Not that you minded, all of it just made you want him more. It seemed like he wanted you too. 

Looking down, you could see the outline of his hard length pressing through his pants. With a cheeky grin, you trailed you hand down his chest to his crotch. Giving his cock a soft squeeze through his clothes. He whimpered as your hand worked him through his pants. As soon as you started, he made you stop. Pinning your arm back. A wild desperate look in his eyes. 

As quickly as he could, the man stripped himself of all of his clothes. Leaving you staring at him open mouthed. You trailed your eyes over his body. He was fairly fit with a tight and broad chest, but had a bit of a soft tummy that had you drooling. Trailing further down, your eyes widened. Oh, he was large. Extremely thick. Almost concerningly so. However, you looked down between your own thighs. Yeah, you could probably handle it at this point. Probably. 

Chance crawled back over you. Warm hands slid up your thighs as he closed the open space between your bodies. The head of his cock was hot against your pussy lips. He teased you, brushing up against your clit. His movements make you keen, raising your hips to grind against him. With a strong hand, he pressed down on your stomach. Forcing you to take his teasing, a satisfied smirk on his lips. 

He leaned down, giving you a quick peck. Then he lined his cock up with your weeping entrance, just barely pressed in. 

“Ready?” 

There was a brief hesitation on your face as you realized you weren’t using any protection. You were on birth control, but there was still a chance…

As if he could read your mind once more, he let out an airy chuckle. Hand cupping your face tenderly, he reassured you.

“I’m a personified object. I can’t get you pregnant.” He gave you a soft smile. 

“What if you could?” You genuinely wanted to know.

The question had his face blooming red. Getting you pregnant… it wasn’t like he never thought about it. What object wouldn’t dream of a reality like that? 

“Uh, well. Um, I can’t, but I have thought about it once or twice.” He bit his lip, nervously. 

“You’re not the only one.” You shuffled beneath him, feeling the head of his cock press into you more. 

Pulling him down to your face, you gave him a deep kiss. He groaned as your tongues tangled.

“Now,” you breathed against his lips, “please fuck me.”

“Mmm, since you asked so nicely.” Slowly, he pressed into you.

Wet warmth greeted his cock, as he moaned. You felt fucking amazing. Soft, warm, wet, perfect. 

You felt similarly as he filled you up perfectly. His length hitting every part of you perfectly. The head of his cock just pressed against your gummy sweet spot.

After you both adjusted to the feeling, Chance began to move. Slowly pumping in and out of you. Both to not hurt you at first, and to make sure he didn’t bust right away. You felt fucking amazing, and he felt like he could cum at any second. While he was very excited to cum in you, he desperately wanted to feel you cum around him. Your pleasure was his top priority. 

Beneath him, you were a moaning, writhing mess. Hips jolting up to meet his thrusts as his cock continually pressed against your gummy spot. His pelvis brushed against your clit in the most delicious way. Every movement he made had pleasure coursing through you. If he kept this up he would get his wish soon enough. Your pussy spasmed around him with each thrust, making him groan. 

Each pulse of your pussy made his cock twitch inside you. Above you, Chance was a moaning mess. Letting out sounds of pleasure that shot straight to your core. Knowing you were making him feel as good as he was making you feel made you feel, well, amazing. 

“You are perfect… oh!” He moaned out.

In your hand, you realized you still held his die. Deciding to have some fun, you brought it back to your lips. Placing a kiss to the eight side had him shuddering against you. His eyes were wide as he realized you had brought the die back into the fold. The mixture of feeling your pussy and lips on him was very unique, and felt amazing. Then you made it better, tongue flicking out against the eight side. 

The action had him shuddering against you. If you kept this up he was certainly going to cum before you. So, he had to make sure that didn’t happen. 

Lifting your legs, he shifted them onto his shoulders and folded you over. Putting you in a deep mating press. The head of his cock now brutalizing your sweet spot with perfect precision. Each push against you had you crying out. The pleasure growing that heat in your belly once more. He continued to pound into you, shooting sparks of pleasure through your body. 

“S-so deep…” You mumbled, cock drunk. 

“Yeah? You like that?” He groaned at the feeling of your pussy tightening around that. “Bet you’re gonna cum soon, huh?” He was babbling at this point now. The only thing on his mind was making you reach your peak. To have you screaming and clenching around him. Just so he could fill you full. 

“I l-love it, mmmph…” Your eyes rolled back as pleasure overtook your body.

Any moment now you would cum. He could tell. The way you were pulsing around his throbbing cock, oh you wouldn’t last long. Just what he wanted. Then he could follow, spilling into you. 

God, he wanted it so badly. He hadn’t realized how badly till he had you folded over beneath him. Cock abusing your overstimulated pussy with thrust after thrust. 

“C’mon, please.” He moaned, leaning down to press his lips to yours. “Cum for me, cum for me and I’ll fill you up. Just like you want.” He panted, trying desperately to hold back his impending orgasm. 

His words had the heat in your belly hit its peak. Body shaking with ecstasy as your climax flowed through you. Sparks of pleasure shooting from your clit through every nerve of your being. It had you screaming out and clenching around Chance. 

With the feeling of you clamping around him, Chance came. Hot ropes flooding into you as he continued to ride out both of your orgasms. Each pump of his cock making you whimper with overstimulation. 

With a groan, his body relaxed. Gently, he unfolded himself from you and placed your shaking legs back down onto the floor. He lightly laid his body over yours, cock still stuffing you full. Both of you twitching with aftershocks. Letting out soft moans and whines as you came down from your highs. 

When you returned to earth, you brought the die in your hand to your lips once more. Placing a soft kiss to the 20. Chance nuzzled your nose, then placed a soft kiss against your lips. 

“You know… as much as I enjoy you mouthing my die. I think I prefer the real thing.” He gave you a sweet smile. 

“Honey I’m home!” You shouted as you entered your best friend’s home.

After over a decade of friendship, you were practically part of Chance’s family, thus you were able to go to and from his home whenever you pleased. 

Receiving no response, you walked into the house. Slipping your shoes off before padding into the kitchen that wafted the heavenly smell of freshly baked cookies. Said items were on a platter right on the island. Right as you snatched one, it was snatched out of your hand. Whipping around stood your bespeckled bestie with a smug smirk on his face.

“Chance!” You reached for the cookie, as he lifted it way above his head.

“Nuh uh! These are for game night.” 

You struggled to reach up, the cookie just out of your grasp. Plopping back onto your heels you stuck your tongue out at the man in front of you.

“Since when did you get so tall?”

“Since I had a growth spurt four years ago?” He huffed, then took a bite out of the cookie with a grin.

“Hey!”

“Since when did not seeing me for six months make you forget what I looked like?” He teased. 

“Oh, I could never forget a face like yours.” You pinched and wiggled his cheek like a fawning grandma.

“Glad to see you two are still the same.” A voice from behind you caught your attention. 

Chance’s mom shook her head with an amused smile then opened her arms as an invitation. Taking the opportunity you rushed into an embrace, appreciating the homely warmth the woman brought to you.

“Linda! Oh how I missed you!” You gave her a big squeeze. “You were really the person I came to see, I couldn’t go another day without your famous cookies.”

She gave an airy laugh at your dramatic antics.

“As much as I appreciate your fondness for my recipe, you’ll have to thank Chance today. He’s the one that baked him for you and your friends’ reunion.” 

Turning back to Chance, you gave him a sickly sweet smile.

“Oh so you made these delicious smelling goodies.” Quickly you snatched another cookie from the plate. “Then you shouldn’t mind if I check them for poison.” 

Chance gave you an incredulous look as you took a big chomp out of the treat. You gave a hum of approval then skipped away, waving to his mom.

“I’ll be upstairs. It’s so great to be back!”

Leaving Chance and his mom alone in the kitchen. The two of them shaking their heads with smiles. 

“I bet you’re happy she’s back.” His mom said knowingly. 

He gave her a look of warning.

“What? She’s your best friend. That’s all…” She gave him a wink, to which he rolled his eyes. 

Chance made his way upstairs to his room. Inside he found you getting comfortable, chilling on his bed. Belly down, with one of his comic books in hand. The sight made his heart swell, bringing back the memories of all of the good times you have had in the room. 

Looking over your shoulder you gave him a bright smile and patted the spot next to you. Joining you, he flopped onto his stomach pressed up against your side. Sighing, you leaned your head on his shoulder. Attention no longer on the comic in your hands. 

Turning to look at him, you felt your heart jolt. While you were always so used to being near him, it seemed that distance truly makes the heart grow fonder. Your affections for the man had been around for a long while, but you had managed to keep them under wraps to protect your friendship. Having been away for so long made you long for him. Both missing having your best friend close by and the person you had been yearning for. 

If you weren’t so stuck in your own head, you might have noticed Chance’s response to your close proximity. Heart racing and cheeks growing red. You weren’t the only one that believed you had an unrequited crush. While you both went away to different schools, he missed you desperately. Every chance he could, he took the opportunity to call you to chat into the late hours. Oftentimes finding you falling asleep on the other end, only making him wish he could be there beside you. But he couldn’t, lest your friendship be completely destroyed. So he did what he could to drown out the feelings. Only allowing himself to enjoy being your best friend and pushing away any thoughts of a budding romantic relationship out of his mind. 

“You doin’ alright?” Chance asked, worry furrowing his brow.

“Uh yeah.” You waved him off, hoping that the heat in your cheeks wasn’t developing into a blush. “Just surprised to see your ugly maw so close to me is all.” You teased. 

Immediately, you regretted the comment. Chance’s eyes grew dark and calculated, a mischievous smirk on his face. Looking down, you spotted his hands slowly creeping up toward you. Leaping up, you held up your arms in defense. 

“I-I mean, your beautiful, lovely maw. How I adore it so… pleasedonttickleme.” 

“It’s too late for pleas, my dear.” 

Yelping, you tried to hop out of the bed, but it was too late. The man had you pinned against the wall with no escape. Warm hands reached for your hips, tickling at your sides making you cackle out unwanted laughs. 

“Chance!” You screeched out, trying to push him away. “Uncle! Uncle!”

“Nuh uh! You’re not getting out of this that easily.” He managed to grab both of your hands, pinning you down onto the bed. The man straddled you, using his free hand to still tickle at your sides. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as involuntary laughs spilled out of you.

“Apologize.”

“I’m sorry!” You cried out, trying to squirm out of his grasp. “You’re not ugly,” you gasped out more giggles, “No, you’re so handsome!”

“Ha, that’s better, continue, worm.” He paused tickling you, chuckling when you gave him a glare.

“Let me go!” You tried pulling your arms from his grip. He pressed harder against your wrists, pinning you down further.

“Keep apologizing, what else do you got?”

“You’re insufferable.” You spat.

Your eyes widened as his hand returned to your waist. Fingers not tickling you yet, but the threat was still there. Above you, Chance looked at you expectantly with a cocky smirk on his face. It had your face growing hot, realizing the compromising position you were in. Turning your face away, you willed your blush to subside. 

“Insufferably, attractive. Aphrodite herself blessed you with good looks.” You gave him a pleading smile. 

“I suppose that will suffice.” He released his grip and slid off of you. “Looks blessed from a god huh?” He cupped his chin with his hand giving you a dazzling smile. 

“I only said that to get you off of me.” You said, rubbing your wrists.

“Is that so?” He raised a brow at you.

“I-I mean, everything I said was honest and not because I didn’t want you to keep tickling me.” You gave him a sweet smile, batting your lashes at him. 

“That’s what I thought.”

It was cruel, Chance knowing your one weakness. Discovered when you were six years old after he poked you in the side, leaving you in a fit of giggles. The man used it to his advantage, getting you to cave to his whims. Though all in a friendly nature. He never actually used it to hurt you, which was appreciated.

“You’re so lucky you don’t get ticklish.” You groaned.

“Guess I’m just built different.” 

“Uhuh, sure…” You rolled your eyes jokingly. 

Standing from the bed, you stretched your arms up with a groan. Arching your back as you stretched out any kinks. The action allowing Chance’s eyes to trail over your body without you noticing. His gaze landed on the lovely globe of your ass. A secret guilty pleasure of his when you had started… developing. 

In high school you became quite the looker, and still maintained that now. Chance did his best to be polite, but he was just a man after all. A man whose best friend just so happened to be the hottest person alive, to him at least. 

Looking over your shoulder, you just barely missed him checking you out. A light blush dusting his cheeks as he felt you caught him. Giving him a confused look, you continued your conversation. 

“Speaking of being built different. When did you get so strong?” You couldn’t help feeling a bit hot and bothered at the strong hold he had you in earlier. 

“Oh, guess you noticed. I started lifting this year.” He flexed an arm. “It’s really helped me, mentally at least. Bonus is I’ve gotten in much better shape.” 

“Nice, cool, cool.” Your face was growing red again. 

Now that he had shared that information, you realized that his build was slightly different than you remembered. While he was still quite stout, you could tell his form was tighter. Bigger biceps stretching out the sleeves of his t-shirt and a strong chest peeking through the fabric. 

“Yeah, you, uh, look really good.” Snapping your mouth shut, you blushed furiously. You didn’t know why you said that. 

A blush bloomed on Chance’s face at your words. Rubbing his neck he chuckled awkwardly, unable to look at you.

“Thanks, you look good too?” He did not know how to do this.

“Anyways…” You decided to move this conversation elsewhere. “How was your last semester?”

Feeling a weight off his shoulders, Chance let out a sigh. 

“It was alright. Nothing crazy.”

“That’s all?”

“What do you mean?” He gave you a confused look.

“Just ‘nothing crazy’? What else? Make any new friends, enemies, lovers?” You waggled your brows at him.

“Haha. No lovers. No enemies either. I do have a group of folks that I played G&G with. They’re pretty cool.”

Draping an arm over your head you gasped dramatically.

“Folks that play G&G? Are you cheating on us?” You giggled, referring to your group of friends. 

Chance chuckled at your display, standing up and walking towards you. Grabbing your hands, he brought them to his chest. 

“Oh they mean nothing to me.” 

“So a side chick G&G campaign?” You giggled.

“If that’s what you want to call it, sure. Besides, I’m not even the GM. No one else hears my stories but you guys.”

“How charming.” You pulled your arms back, not noticing the flash of disappointment on Chance’s face. 

“What about you? Any friends, enemies, or lovers?” He almost didn’t want to know.

“I’ve got a fun group of friends. We hung out most weekends. I think they want to plan a summer meetup. I think you’d like them.” 

“I’m sure if you’re friends with them, I’d like them.” 

“And no real lovers.” 

“Real lovers?” He questioned.

“Yeah, a couple of flings. None of them good, if I’m being honest.” You scrunched your face at the thought of the piss-poor hookups you had during your last semester. 

The words slightly pierced Chance’s heart, but he didn’t let it get to him. By this point he was used to it. Hearing of your lackluster love life and your hopes to have something better. Doing his best not to come off as a “nice guy”, he avoided telling you how much better he could be. However, both of you knew that Chance would be better. It was just you did not want to ruin anything with him. At this point, Chance was so deeply intertwined with your life. Losing him was unimaginable. 

Trying to avoid talking about your love life, you examined the man’s room. Almost nothing had changed, until something new caught your eye. New books on his bookshelf. The man had impeccable taste in fiction, and you gladly borrowed from his ever-growing library. Trailing your fingers over the spines on the shelf, Chance had a sudden realization hit him. However, it was too late when you plucked one of the shiny new books from the shelf. You spotted some sticky pads sticking out of the side, then you read the cover.

“Wait not that…” 

Red bloomed on your face as you looked at the title. She’s the Man: Focus on Feminine Pleasure Before Men. 

Shaking off your brief embarrassment, you turned to Chance with a cheeky smile. His face was bright red, adorable. Waving the book teasingly you began to press.

“Didn’t take you to be one for non-fiction, Chance.”

He came up to you, plucking the book out of your hand. Sighing when he looked at the cover then back at you. Cheeky grin still plastered on your face. 

“It’s just…” He sighed, not knowing how to continue.

“Some light reading?” You plucked the book back from him. Flitting through the pages till you landed on a random bookmarked page. 

“The measure of a man is not that of his length or girth, but that of his willingness to please his partner. Whether it is through clitoral stimulation or penetration, how much work you are willing to do is what truly matters.” You grinned as you read it out loud, looking back up at Chance. His face appearing to be ten shades darker now. “That’s a sweet sentiment. Were you able to put it into practice?”

Again, he snatched the book back from you with a huff. 

“No, I haven’t.” He said quietly.

Now your interest was piqued.

“Is there someone you have in mind when you picked up this book?”

“Maybe.” 

“Who?”

“Do we really need to be discussing this?” His eyes pleaded with you, but it was too late for you to stop.

“Oh c’mon, Chance. I’m your best friend, and a pretty good wingman. If I do say so, myself. I bet we could get them with you in no time. I just need a name.” 

“I’m not telling.”

“Well, what’s the point in reading it if you can’t put it into practice?” You huffed, hands on your hips.

“I just want to be ready.” He gave you a sad look. “You’re the one that has told me, in a bit too much detail, how terrible your experiences have been. So…” He waved the book.

“You make it sound like you haven’t had any experience.” While you were pretty open about your relationship and sexual escapades, Chance was typically tight-lipped.

“I haven’t had any experience.” He let out a heavy sigh, clearly embarrassed. “I’m still a virgin.” 

Eyes widening, you couldn’t find a response. Before you could say anything, the doorbell rang. 

“That would be the crew.” He sighed again, giving you a sad look. “Let’s just forget this happened, kay?”

Nodding, you walked up to him giving him a tight hug. 

“All forgotten.” You did a zip-lip and throw-away-the-key motion, granting you a chuckle from the man. “Now, let's get our G&G on!” You pumped your fist. 

You and Chance headed downstairs to greet your friends. As soon as she saw you, Dasha immediately lifted you in a strong bear hug. You laughed, returning the embrace. 

“Look at you, it feels like years since I’ve seen you!” She gave you a squeeze before letting you down. 

“I’ve missed you too Dash.” 

Dasha was a transfer from Russia after her father got a job in the states. You and Chance were the first friends you managed to make when she had just moved in. The three of you discovered she had actually played G&G when she lived in Russia. All of you bonded over the game, giving Chance his first real campaign that wasn’t one-on-one with you. Ever since, you’ve remained close. 

Eventually others joined your posse. The cousins, Penelope and Jerry, and the wild-child, Parker. All of you a bit quirky in your own ways, but still making up the perfect G&G party. Now that you had all returned from college for the summer, Chance decided to continue where you left off in your campaign. 

“My love, you have returned!” Parker exclaimed, pulling you into a hug.

In Chance’s game your characters had a will-they-won’t-they romance that ended with Parker’s character confessing to yours when they thought they were going to die. 

“Oh, darling, how I’ve missed you so!” You returned the hug. 

Chance clenched his jaw at the display of affection. He knew that you and Parker only saw each other as friends, but couldn’t deny that there was a lot of chemistry when you played out your romance. Shaking his head he pushed the thoughts away. This was supposed to be a fun reunion. Not a time for him to wallow in jealousy. 

After all pleasantries were exchanged, your group headed to the basement. The space had been pretty much claimed by Chance. Outside of some storage and laundry machines, it was full of G&G stuff. The table was all set up with his GM screen at one end. It looked like his mom had been nice enough to have brought the snacks down before she left. 

Chance had mentioned that she would be out for the weekend, so he had the house to himself. So you and your crew could be as rowdy as you pleased.

Your GM got his computer set up, connecting the audio to a speaker. Conversations were suddenly hushed as tense music blared through a bluetooth speaker. Chance sat behind the screen, looking over you with a dark gaze. The game night had begun.

“Welcome back, dear travelers. I take it you all had a good break?” His voice was low, sending shivers up your spine.

All of you nodded, a bright smile on your face as you buzzed with excitement. 

“Good. But be warned, the world you are returning to is not for the fainthearted. Last time you had managed to defeat the plague demon army. However, in your haste to escape the dungeon, you forgot one thing.” 

“Shit,” Penelope said. Immediately she flipped through her notes, then gasped. Turning her journal around, she pointed to a note. 

Deep in the dungeon lies a stone. No one knows what it does, but it might be powerful. (Cryptic, but okay?)

You chuckled at her little side comment, but then dropped your smile when you realized that you had left a powerful artifact behind. 

“I’m assuming you have realized your mistake?” Chance chuckled darkly, fingers pressed under his chin. 

“The stone.” You said.

“Precisely.”

“No! What does it do?” Dasha exclaimed. 

“Patience, dear Aradove.” Chance always used your characters names when in GM mode. “You escape the dungeon, all of you having the sudden realization hit you. The stone was still inside. At first you think you might be able to go in, but the entrance crumbles before your eyes.”

“I use stone shape to stop it from collapsing!” Penelope exclaims. 

Chance tuts. 

“I won’t have you roll for it, it would be useless. As you stare at the remains of the entrance, the ground begins to rumble. You watch in terror as the earth before you splits in two.” Chance rolls some dice, sucking in a harsh breath. 

“All of you, but Olyra, manage to stay on the same side. Would you like to try anything?” He turns to you. 

Biting your lip, you concentrate. You were a rogue, so your agility was pretty high, but you had no idea what was within that crack. 

“How deep does it look?” You ask. 

“You glance below and see that where the earth has split has become a canyon filled with molten lava. If you fall, it’s game over.” Again, he chuckles darkly. 

“How far away is she? I can cast enhance ability to help you cross.” Parker chimed in, sweat formed on his brow at the suspense.

“You have to be touching her to cast the spell.” Penelope chimed in. 

“Shit.” Parker said under his breath, then he looked up at you. “You can do this Olyra, I believe in you.”

Nodding solemnly, you turned to Chance.

“I’m going to try and jump.” 

“Wait! You should be able to add your lover bonus with Parker, I mean Nicholas.” Jerry blurted out, clearly the most nervous out of all of you.

Chance huffed, then looked through his notes. Jerry was right, once you had got into a relationship with Nicholas, both of you received a bonus if you comforted or inspired each other. 

“Very well, you’ll be able to add plus two to your roll.” He waved his hand. 

Sucking in a breath, you shook your D20. Praying to the gods that you could pass this. All of you held your breath as the die clattered on the table. It landed on a 14. You added your bonuses.

“19 babee!” You exclaimed.

From behind the screen you heard Chance roll his own dice. 

“Nicholas’ words fill your soul and you gear up to rush across the split earth. Taking a running start, you leap right as your foot hits the ledge. It looks like you’re going to make it, but you are suddenly stopped mid-air. Yanking you back, something has grabbed the hood of your cloak. Looking behind you, you see lifting you into the sky, a large black dragon. Roll initiative.” 

Everyone at the table gasped at the reveal. You had to do your best to get out of the dragon’s grasp and not fall into the abyss. Penelope, Jerry, and Parker were able to hit the dragon the easiest as they were ranged fighters. You and Dasha had a rougher time getting hits in. 

Finally, Parker managed to severely wound the dragon’s wing, making it fall to the ground. With it finally in range, you and Dasha were able to bring in major damage to the beast. 

As you thought you were nearing the end of the battle, Chance came back with a new surprise. 

“The dragon isn’t looking too hot right now. A broken wing, bloody stump leg, and multiple stab wounds. Realizing how injured it is, it’s turned to its last resort. With a loud roar, you feel the ground rumble again. From the canyon, you see familiar creatures. More plague demons have arrived to aid the dragon.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Penelope exclaimed, her eyes flew over her spell sheet. Everyone was running low on health and spell slots. 

Suddenly, Parker’s face lit up with a smile.

“Bingo!” He scanned over his sheet. “The rod of mass healing!” 

“Yes!” Chance exclaimed, giddy at the realization.

“I pull out the rod, reading the runes along it. Healing the team by…” He rolled some dice. “45 hp!” 

“And 45 hp is syphoned off of the dragon!” Chance was grinning from ear to ear, so excited that Parker had finally used the rod. An item that was given to him ages ago that he kept forgetting to use.

“The dragon is really not doing well. You see its breathing has become extremely labored. Olyra, it’s your turn.”

“Since I’ve hidden as my bonus action last round I can use my sneak attack. I’m taking my rapier of speed and going for a jab.” You roll your D20 and add your bonuses. “Twenty-five!”

“That’s a hit, how do you want to do this?”

You gave a loud cheer, pumping your fist in the air.

“I race around the dragon, rapier in hand. Dodging the demons left and right, my eyes on my target. The soft spot right under its chin. Sliding under the dragon’s neck, I take my rapier and jab it right into its throat.” 

The rest of the party cheered with you. Chance smiled, loving the joy on your face. His gaze filled with adoration, a look that you caught when your eyes met. 

“With the final stab, the dragon slumps forward. Claws reaching for its throat as blood spurts out of it. It breathes a last breath then goes limp. All of the demons suddenly vanish, and the earth closes back up. Congratulations, you killed the dragon.” 

Your party members give you a round of applause. Dramatically you bow as they give you praise.

“Oh thank you, thank you. It was nothing.” 

After the session your group spent another hour together catching up. You and Dasha were chilling on the couch together. Talking about your studies and looking ahead to the next semester.

“So now that you’re back, are you going to actually talk to lover boy about how you feel?” Dasha asked you pointedly, eyeing Chance.

“Dasha!” You hissed. “Keep it down. And no, you know how I feel about doing that.”

She was the only person you had confided in about your feelings for Chance. 

“My dear friend, you do not know unless you try. Yes?” Her Russian accent adding a lilt to the question. 

“Oh you do not get to say that, hypocrite.” You jabbed back.

“Hypocrite? Who? Not I?” She chuckled awkwardly, pink dusting her cheeks.

“So you wouldn’t mind if I asked Able out for you?” 

She gave you a chilling glare, jabbing a finger in your face.

“You wouldn’t dare.” 

“Try me, Dash.” 

“You’re having quite the intense conversation!” A bubbly voice grabbed both your attention.

Parker plopped beside you on the couch, a boyish smile on his face and a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“Whatcha talkin’ bout?” He leaned toward you.

From across the room, Chance saw as Parker cozied up to you. Feeling jealousy bubble up within him again as his jaw tightened. 

“Excuse me.” He nodded at Jerry and Penelope before striding over to where you were sitting. 

The jealousy grew stronger when he realized that you were blushing at whatever Parker had just said. Chance’s appearance drew your attention forward. The man loomed over you, a look of irritation on his face. 

“What are you guys talking about?” Chance did his best to appear friendly.

“Oh, our friend here has a crush on someone, but she’s too chicken shit to ask them out!” Parker nudged you with a chuckle.

“Parker…” You warned, shoving him away.

Chance huffed, shaking his head.

“And you were giving me shit earlier about my relationship woes.”

“Oh, do you have someone you’re interested in?” Dasha asked, a smile growing on her face as she realized the tension between you and Chance.

“Uh, well, not exactly…” Chance was taken aback. 

“Really?” Dasha pressed.

“Alright, this conversation is over.” Chance pressed his fingers on the bridge of his nose. “Why don’t we all go home and get some rest, eh?” 

“Very well, keep your secrets.” Dasha pushed up from the seat, then placed a hand on Chance’s shoulder. “Though, I think you should go for it.” With a wink, she walked off and headed home. 

Everyone else dispersed leaving you and Chance alone. An uncomfortable silence hung in the air. 

“Are you heading out?” He asked softly.

You gave him a confused look.

“Obviously not. I haven’t seen you in ages dude, and we always sleep over after a session.” You hopped out of your seat. 

“You sure you want to spend the night?” He couldn’t help but feel the jealousy return. 

“Yes. I’m confused. Do you not want me to stay?” 

“No, I just thought maybe you would prefer someone else’s company tonight.” The look in his eyes was cold, taking you aback. 

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh c’mon, I see how you act with Parker!” He immediately regretted the words when he saw the hurt on your face. It quickly turned to irritation. 

“Parker? Seriously?” You let out an incredulous laugh.

Instead of stopping, Chance dug his heels in. 

“I see how you act around him, flirting and blushing.” 

“We’re playing pretend, Chance!” You were getting very irritated now. “And besides, why would it matter to you?”

“Because…” He stopped himself. “Nevermind.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Your voice wavered.

“Just go home.” He said your name quietly.

“No. Chance, what is going on? You’ve honestly been off all day. Did I push you too hard?”

“No, it’s nothing like that.” He couldn’t look at you, knowing that you would be giving him that sweet concerned face.

“Then what is it?”

Fine, you wanted the truth. He would give it to you. Looking up, he steeled his resolve as he met your gaze. Heart jolting at the way it looked like you were about to cry.

“I love you.” 

For a moment, you couldn’t speak. Brain short circuiting at his words. 

“W-what?”

“You heard me.” He sighed. “And I know you like someone else, but I just needed to tell you.” 

You let out a soft laugh.

“Chance, what makes you think I like someone else?”

Realization dawned on him, his mouth hung open in awe. There was no way…

“I couldn’t imagine..” You stopped him with a hand on his chest.

“Fuck, I’m so stupid.” You looked down shaking your head. 

“You’re not stupid.” 

“I don’t know, I think being secretly in love with the guy in love with me is kind of stupid.” 

Your words struck his heart, making him tear up. A warm hand cupped your face, pulling you to face him. He pressed his lips to yours. Eyes fluttering shut, you pressed a kiss back. Your hands reached around his neck. Softly, you flicked your tongue over his bottom lip. He groaned into your mouth, allowing your tongue to tangle with his. 

When you pulled away, your eyes met his. Both of your gazes sparkling with adoration. He pulled you to him, pressing his forehead against yours. A soft smile playing on his lips. 

“What now?” He asked quietly.

Biting your lip, you gave him a mischievous look. 

“We could put what you learned from that book to the test?” You asked coyly.

“Seriously?” He gave you a wide eyed look of surprise.

“Seriously.” You pressed another kiss to his lips before grabbing his hand and rushing upstairs. 

Bursting into his room, Chance found your hands all over him. Fingers curling through his hair and you pressed deep kisses against him. Pushing him against a wall, your lips trailed up his neck. A whimper escaped his mouth. 

No one had ever made him feel this good, and he did not want it to stop. 

Nibbling at his ear sent shivers down his spine. Hot breath tickled at him as you whispered.

“Let me know if it’s too much.” 

Pulling away he gave you a serious look.

“With you, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.” Red painted his cheeks. “You’re perfect.”

Your heart stuttered. Using the pause, Chance decided to take over. Flipping you around to press your back against the wall. His lips found their way to your neck. Trailing up softly, making you shiver and whine. The sound made him groan. 

“You sound so sexy.” He huffed against your lips before kissing you again. 

Eventually, you found yourselves on his bed. Your thighs straddling him as his hands trailed over your body. Every so often you felt him slightly push them right under the hem of your shirt. Pushing off of him, you pulled your shirt off. Smirking at the awestruck look on his face at the action. 

“Your turn, hot stuff.” You pointed to his shirt. 

He leaned up, reaching for the hem of his shirt. As he lifted it over his head, you let out a small whine. Fuck he was hot. A sculpted chest and arms with just a peek of abs, but there was still that bit of softness that you loved about him. You didn’t say anything as you looked over him, making Chance nervous.

“Is everything okay?”

“It’s more than okay.” You pressed a kiss to his lips. “You’re perfect.”

He blushed at your comment, then pulled you against his chest as you kissed. His hands fumbled at your bra clasps, so with a swift motion, you pulled it off. Throwing it to the floor, you sat back up to give him a full view. 

“Can I touch you?” He asked, to which you nodded. 

His hands cupped your breasts, thumbs trailing over your nipples making you jump. You let out a soft moan as he teased them. 

“So soft…” He said to himself. 

Pulling himself up he shifted you onto his lap. He gave you a deep kiss as he continued to tease at your nipples. Deciding to experiment, he pinched his fingers together. The action eliciting a yelp of surprise followed by a whimper of pleasure. His lips trailed down till he reached your breasts. Looking up, his eyes asked for permission. When you nodded, his lips latched onto one of your nipples making you cry out. 

Beneath you, you could feel the tent growing in Chance’s pants. One of your hands trailed down his sculpted chest till it reached the bulge. You gave a soft squeeze, making Chance moan. His hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you. Soft eyes giving you a pleading look.

“P-please don’t. I’m not sure I’ll last long if you do that.”

You nodded and gave him a kiss. 

“So, do you actually want me to try what I’ve learned?” He asked quietly.

“Yes, if you want to.”

“Oh I very much do.” He nodded enthusiastically, making you giggle. 

“What have you learned? Or I guess what things have you learned that you want to do?” 

“Pretty much everything, but that would take awhile.” He paused, thinking. Finger tapping his chin, then he smiled. “Could I eat you out? I bet you taste so good.” 

That had you blushing. You nodded, slipping off of him. Before you could start taking your pants off he stopped you.

“Actually, could I take them off?”

“Of course.” You laid back.

He popped the button of your pants, then slowly pulled them off. Letting out a hiss as he saw the lacy pair of panties you had on. Tentatively, he brought a hand to your core. Groaning as he felt how wet the fabric was. 

“You’re already soaked…” He said in awe.

His fingers pet you over your panties, making you squirm. You let out a frustrated huff, wishing for more friction.

“Chance…” You whined.

He gave you a smirk, obliging in your wants. Pulling your panties down and moaning as he watched a string of your slick snap between your pussy and the fabric. Large thick fingers trailed over your sex making you moan. He dipped a finger between your folds then brought it to his lips. The taste made him let out a delicious moan. 

“I was right, you taste amazing.”

With that, he moved to the edge of the bed. Spreading your thighs and pulling you toward his face. The scent of your sex made his mouth water. He so desperately needed to taste more of you. Without a second thought, he dove in. Tongue sliding through your folds, and meeting your clit. A burst of pleasure rushing through you. Flicking his tongue in circles around your clit had your body jolting. 

Oh that book really did teach him…

His eyes watched your response to his ministrations, cataloguing every jolt and twitch his mouth and tongue brought you. Moving from your clit, he dragged his tongue through your folds. Lapping up your slick with a deep groan. 

Faster than you expected, you could feel a familiar heat burning in your belly. As he continued to lick at you, your moans grew louder and louder. The pleasure building more and more. If he could hear you moan like that all the time, Chance would die a happy man. 

All of his focus was bringing you absolute bliss. And bliss did he bring. The heat continued to grow in your core. Little gasps and loud moans continued to escape you as his tongue memorized you. Tongue flattening then thinning to bring precise licks right to your clit. The fast speed bringing you closer to climax. 

“Chance… ah! I-I’m…” Your sentence ended in a moan as he groaned against you. 

“Please, cum for me.” 

His words sent you spiraling. With a cry, you came undone on his mouth. Your pussy gushing over his lips and chin. His tongue continued to lap at you as you spasmed. When your climax dissipated, he didn’t stop. Your thighs tried to close from the over stimulation, but strong arms pinned them apart. 

The man was pussy-drunk out of his mind. Desperately needing to please you more. All you could do was whimper and take it. Feeling another orgasm growing within you. Warm tongue continued to lap away between your folds. His lips occasionally catching around your clit and sucking, making you cry out. 

This time, your orgasm hit you like a train. Seemingly coming out of nowhere with a well placed lick to your clit. Your slick squirting out, spraying on his face dripping down his chin. He moaned at the feeling, then pulled away.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He said, wiping his chin. 

He stood up, loving the sight of you shivering with the aftershocks of pleasure. 

After a moment, you composed yourself. Shifting to your knees, your hands reached for his pants. This time your eyes were asking for permission. He nodded, licking his lips in anticipation. Your fingers unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Then you pulled them down, gasping at the size of the bulge in his boxers. The other article joined his pants, revealing his very hard cock. 

It was about average size, but extremely girthy. You almost wondered if it would fit inside you, but decided that you wanted him regardless. Wrapping your hand around his length had him groaning. You gave him two pumps before he whimpered a warning at you. 

“Can I ride you?” You asked, eyes filled with want.

“Yes, please.” He breathed out. 

Both of you shuffled around on the bed, with you straddling the man. Before you could move he stopped you. 

“I-I just realized, I don’t have condoms.” His eyes were wide with concern.

“That’s okay. I’m clean and on the pill.” The way you said it so nonchalantly had him taken aback. You bit your lip, embarrassed. “Or we can stop and I can blow you.”

“N-no. I just want to be sure you’re cool with me going raw.” 

Leaning down you gave him a deep kiss, tongue tangling with his. 

“I am very cool with it.” 

With that, you slid your wet heat against his cock. The man below you groaning at the feeling. 

Everything hit him at once. This was happening. You were happening. He was about to have sex, with you, the woman he loves. His heart soared at the realization. 

Before his thoughts could race, they blanked out. You slid yourself down his length, groaning at the stretch. Yeah, he was big. Deliciously so.

Beneath you, Chance moaned loudly. Wet soft heat enveloping his cock, made him twitch inside you. There was no way he was going to last long. Already his balls were tightening, ready to release their load deep inside you. The thought had him shivering. 

“Am I good to move, Chance?” You asked softly. 

He responded with a nod. His warm hands landed on your hips. 

Slowly, you lifted up, then slid back down on his cock. As you built up the pace, all Chance could do was moan and whimper. Your own voice joining his as he hit the perfect spots within you. Your clit rubbing against his torso sending pleasure coursing through you. The softness of you walls moving against him was becoming too much. 

Just a few more slides against him had him gritting his teeth with a moan. Inside you felt warmth fill you as his cock twitched. Spurts of his cum filling you with a satisfying heat had you moaning. You could certainly get used to this. 

Falling back onto the bed, Chance caught his breath. His hands absentmindedly trailed over your torso and hips. 

“I’m sorry I finished so fast.” He gave you an apologetic look.

“Chance, you made me cum already. Twice, might I add.” You gave him a sweet smile that had his heart jolting. 

“Besides, there’s plenty more where that came from.” You purred against his lips before giving him a soft kiss.

“More? Really?” He seemed surprised.

“Of course, Chance. I told you, I love you.”

“I love you too.” He smiled brightly at you.

“So, how was your first time?”

“Stop biting your nails, you’re gonna get yourself sick.” Your mother snatched your hand from your mouth. 

“I can’t help it!” You whined.

It was true, you had a natural inclination to put whatever was in your hands to your mouth. Which in this case, happened to be your actual hand. When your mother released it back to you, you looked over your nails. Bitten down, almost bleeding. Even in your little childhood brain you knew this was likely a problem. 

“I suppose we can try and find something to help.” Your mother sighed.

This issue probably came from your father, who also had issues with keeping things out of his mouth. Especially his fingers. 

“How about gum, hmm?” She eyed the stand over the grocery store conveyor belt. “You’re old enough to have that, right?” She looked down at you.

You shrugged, pretty sure you had tried it once before. 

“Yeah, you’re old enough.” She snatched a pack of bubblegum, adding it to the rest of the groceries. 

When you exited the store, she handed you a piece. You popped it into your mouth and began chewing, finding the sensation quite satisfying. Thus, you had found at least one way to curb the need to comply with your oral fixation. 

Almost two decades later, you sit at your home office. Back to old bad habits, fingers in your mouth. You had been forgetting to purchase gum with your groceries ever since you couldn’t leave the house. Seeing the stand at the checkout was always a visual reminder, one you no longer had to aid you. For now, you found yourself chewing at your nails, or fidgeting with a nearby object on your lips. The latter happened to be less dangerous to your unsuspecting fingers. 

“You know, you’re gonna get sick if you keep doing that.” Mac sat in front of you as you typed away at their keyboard. 

“You sound like my mom.” You said, pulling out your thumb and inspecting it. A ragged tip of your nail greeted you, the skin around it red. “Though, you’re probably right.” 

“Phoenicia, could you add spearmint gum to the grocery list for the weekend?” You asked your phone. 

“You got it!” She cheerily spoke, putting the item on your list. 

While you wouldn’t have your oral aid for a few days, at least you remembered to add it this time. 

For now, you would have to find something else to keep your mouth occupied. From your peripheral, you spotted your lucky D20. The object had witnessed its fair share of days dancing upon your lips. Occasionally receiving a nibble. 

Shrugging your shoulders, you picked it up. Returning to your work on your computer you brought the die to your lips. Unaware of what exactly you were doing. 

From the end of your desk, Chance sucked in a groan. Feeling your lips ghost over various parts of his body. Eyes narrowing, he sent a glare to Mac. Of course they had to point out your habit. Leading you to unconsciously teasing him. 

Ever the people pleaser, Chance would never let you know how your actions affected him. He could only picture how embarrassed it would make you. Instead, he forced himself to suffer in silence. Watching as you brushed your lips over his die body, shivering with each touch. 

Looking to your side, you spotted Chance hunched over behind his GM screen. Peeking over, you saw him looking up at you with a red face.

“S-sorry!” You sputtered. “I swear I wasn’t trying to see what you were working on…” You obviously lied. 

“Mhmm, sure…” He held in a groan as you rubbed the die across your lips, feeling a kiss against his chest. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind during our next session. Your character is at what…” he glanced down at his notes, “17 hp?” He gave you a cheeky grin, glad that your discussion of G&G was distracting him from what you were doing to his body. 

“Whaaaat??” You shuffled around your desk, looking for your character sheet. “Ah shit.” 

There it was, “17/85 hp”. Ugh, you’d probably have to take healing potion if you were planning on not dying next session. 

“If you hope to keep your mortal soul, I suggest not looking over the screen.” He teased. 

Despite his mind’s attempts at pushing away the feelings moving though his body, you still were affecting the dice greatly. The red in his face growing darker and darker with each press of your lips to his body. 

You spotted his flustered state, concern on your face. 

“Is everything alright?” You turned back to him, die still pressed against your lips. 

His eyes darted to your mouth, then to your eyes. 

“Uh, yeah.” He choked out. 

This was beginning to become unbearable. Then, of course you just had to do it. That one habit of yours that had him going absolutely insane. With just the smallest amount of teeth, you nibbled on the 19 side. Chance let out an audible groan as he felt your teeth graze the sweet spot in the crook of his neck. 

“You sure you’re good?” You pulled the die from your mouth, setting it on the table. Reaching for Chance, you placed a hand on his forehead. His skin felt extremely hot to the touch. 

“I-I’m fine! Really!” He brushed your hand away. 

“Your head is really hot. You sure you’re not sick?” Worry, furrowed your brow. 

“Us objects can’t get sick, heh.” He brushed you off again.

“If you say so…” You left it at that, returning to concentrating on your computer. 

The die was back to your mouth. 

No, no, no, not that side! Chance practically melted into a puddle as your lips pressed to his seven side. Feeling a soft warmth press right against his rock-hard crotch. 

Suddenly, the man shot up. The red still burning against his cheeks. You and the other objects gave him a concerned look. 

“Ah, um, if you’ll excuse me!” As nonchalantly as possible, he cupped his hands over his crotch, then shuffled off into whatever space he lived in, one that you had yet to see. 

In his little home, Chance rubbed a hand down his face with a groan. How much more of this would he be able to take? Sure, he managed when you didn’t know of his living existence. He was easily able to run off and take care of himself. Now, with you being able to see him, it was significantly more difficult to hide. However, admitting what you do to him? Oh, he absolutely could not handle the embarrassment that would bring you. 

For now, he would have to manage it the only way he knew how: jacking off when you weren’t looking. 

Sitting down with thud, Chance cupped himself over his pants. Giving himself a tight squeeze, he let out a satisfied moan. Pulling down his pants and boxers, his hard cock flopped out against his stomach. Gripping himself tightly, he began to pump at his length. His thumb brushing over the underside of his reddened tip. 

As he ran his fist up and down he thought about you. About your lips on him. Ones that he could still feel right now. You pressed the six side to your mouth. A kiss pressed against his thigh, making him moan. Then you slid the die to the seven, making his cock jump. Fuck. Precum beaded at the tip of his cock as he felt your lips on him. 

The mixture of your mouth and his hand would have him cumming in no time. 

Then, there it was again, your teeth nibbling on the die. This time on the 12 down his chest. As you moved the die along your lips, you pressed against his lower stomach. 

With you no longer being around, Chance let himself be loud. Moaning and praising your actions as you made him near his climax. Each pump of his cock emphasized the feeling of your mouth on his body. 

A final press of your lips to the seven was his undoing. His balls tightening, then long strands of cum bursting out of him. Coating his hand with warmth as he continued to overstimulate himself with more pumps. 

“Ah, ah, fuck. You feel so fucking good.” He moaned out. If only you knew…

As you sat unaware in your office, Mac snickered knowingly. Turning away from where Chance had run off to, you gave them a confused look.

“What’s so funny?” You asked.

“Oh nothing…” They trailed, eyes dropping to the die at your lips. 

“Doesn’t seem like nothing.” Your eyes narrowed. “Spill.” 

“Aww, but you’re so fun to tease.” Mac leaned their hands on their knees, cocking their head playfully.

Narrowing your eyes further, the computer conceded with a sigh. 

“You know we can feel you interacting with the objects, right? It’s not like I’ve gushed over your double-clicking or anything…”

“Yeah, I thought that was obvious.” You said, unsure of where this was going. 

Mac coughed into their hand, motioning at the object pressed against your mouth. Eyes widening, you removed the die. Placing it down and lifting up your hands as if it were something extremely delicate. 

“You mean…” You sucked in a harsh breath, eyes wide. “He, he felt…”

“Everything.” Mac finished for you. 

“Oh. Oh no.” Your eyes were filled with horror at the realization. 

“Eh, I wouldn’t worry about it.” Mac waved you off.

“Why shouldn't I worry? I’ve been mouthing at Chance without even knowing!” You groaned, making your head fall into your hands. 

“Why do you think he hasn’t told you?” Mac gave you a pointed look.

Peeking through your fingers, your eyes widened again. That’s right, he hadn’t ever told you. This wasn’t a habit of yours that just began, you had been doing it for years. Yet, Chance, not even once, had told you. 

“He likes it?” 

“I mean, all of us kinda do…” Mac trailed. “However, Chance has been one of the luckier ones you tend to play with.” 

“What am I supposed to do now that I know this?” You asked, voice cracking. 

Inside you were filled with a weird mixture of embarrassment and intrigue. On the one hand, you had literally been kissing and nibbling on Chance’s body this entire time. On the other hand, Chance had never said anything about it. Which could mean that he liked it, or he could be absolutely mortified about it. 

Thinking on it though, you remembered his state earlier. Red in the face and stuttering. It didn’t seem like the embarrassed kind. More like the flustered kind. Then there was the fact that he had run away. Run away while covering his crotch… Oh god… He liked it!

A lightbulb went off in your head, and a mischievous grin grew on your face. One that Mac caught. They quirked a brow, wondering where your head was at.

“Care to share your thoughts? You’re giving me that look you get when you come up with something new for a self-insert fic.” 

“Oh, I have some ideas…” You chuckled to yourself. 

Chance had always interested you. He was one of the very first items you came across when you first received the Dateviators. At first sight, you were pretty much smitten. The personified D20 charming you immediately. It didn’t help that he was quite the flirt, especially when he was in his GM mode. 

Having the knowledge that you were able to affect him in such a way, well that was a fun surprise to say the least. A surprise that you would be taking advantage of.

You glanced at the calendar on your computer, letting out an amused huff. In just two days, you would have your next session with Chance. A session that you will be enjoying greatly.

When Chance returned to the office, you had already left. While part of him was disappointed, another part of him let out a sigh of relief. He didn’t know if he could face you after what he had just done. Little did he know, you were about to make things worse for him. 

For the next two days you decided to make sure you were right about your suspicions regarding Chance. Continuing to play with his die by your lips whenever you were in the office. Testing out different ways to mess with your favorite D20. 

With each press of your lips to the die, you watched him out of your peripheral vision. Every time he felt your mouth on him, his face grew red and his breathing grew labored. He did his best to hold himself together, but found himself running off to take care of himself before things got too bad. If you continued to mouth him like that, he surely would cum in his pants. While his condition was certainly embarrassing, he could not be seen doing that. 

Every reaction you gained from him, you catalogued in your mind. Making sure you knew exactly what got him going. 

From your observations, you found that each side of his die resulted in a response from a different part of his body. You noted that the seven and eight elicited more intriguing results. 

Soon enough, the day of your next G&G session arrived. Across the table you sat with a smirk. Looking at you over his screen, Chance raised a questioning brow. 

“What are you looking so smug about?” He asked, fingers below his chin as he attempted to get a read on you.

“Oh nothing… I just know how I’m going to get my way this session.” You said, the smirk turning into a cheeky grin.

“Is that so?” 

“It very much is.” Your finger messed with his die on the table. 

You watched as he began to shuffle in his seat uncomfortably. Tracing around the six, you saw him shudder. The feeling of your finger stroking over his thigh, almost making him keen. He managed to hold himself back, a blush begging to bloom on his neck. 

“R-right, we’ll see about that.” He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. “Anyways, shall we begin?”

“We shall!” You gave him a soft smile, but it didn’t reach your eyes. Instead, something else swirled in your irises. Something that had Chance shivering. 

He cleared his throat again, then cracked his knuckles. Surely he could make it through his session, right?

  Very quickly, you proved him wrong. The die brought to your lips as you concentrated on Chance’s storytelling. 

“So, you’re currently fighting against a group of undead skeletons and a necromancer in the kingdom’s cemetery. Right now you are 17 health. It is your turn to go…”

As you looked over your character sheet, you pressed your lips to the die. An action that could be seen as wholly innocent, though the intentional placement of your lips was most certainly not. The 10 slid over your bottom lip, making Chance feel a kiss upon his lower belly. The feeling made him visibly shiver. 

“Hmmm…” You moved the die to the six side. His thigh received the warm caress of your lips. “I think I’ll pop a healing potion for now.” You set the die down. 

When you released your hold on the die, you swore you heard him sigh. This was torture for him. Blissful, sexy torture, but torture nonetheless. 

“Okay, roll your two D4 please.” 

You rolled the dice, earning you five points of health back. When you finished your roll, Chance’s D20 returned to your mouth. The man let out a huff at the feeling. 

Looking at him, you caught his gaze. Pupils blown out, mouth slightly hung open as if he was trying to catch his breath. Just a dusting of red on his cheeks as he held himself back. Catching your gaze, Chance was taken aback. There was a knowing look in your eyes. 

He watched as his die moved over your lips. Then, your fingers twisted it around. The seven side now pressed to them. Keeping eye contact, you added more pressure. Kissing the die deliberately. 

Chance let out a soft grunt, doing his best not to moan out as you mouthed at the die equivalent of his dick. Then, you were mean. Tongue lightly flicking out against the number.

There it was in your eyes, that mischievous, knowing look. One that had a smirk written on your face as you toyed with the die. 

You knew! You fucking knew! 

As if your tongue wasn’t enough, you moved the die again. This time nibbling on the 19. You watched with amusement at Chance lifted his neck to the feeling of your teeth scraping along his throat. Then, you set the die back down.

“Y-you,” Chance caught his breath, “you regain five points of health back.” He croaked. 

“Awesome. I’d like to use my bonus action to prepare to dodge.” You said, that smirk still on your lips.

“Of course.” He did his best to regain his composure. 

It was now the enemies’ turn, in more ways than one it seemed. 

“One of the skeletons is going to attack you with its longswoooord, oh!” Your tongue was back on the seven. “It, it-” His face had gone bright red now.

“It what?” You pulled back the die, a small strand of saliva breaking away as you did so.

“It hits!” He gasped out as your tongue returned. 

Why was he continuing to let this go on? He knew, oh he knew why. This was only something he could dream of. You knowingly teasing him. However, he knew it would become unbearable if he didn’t do something about it. 

“You didn’t roll though, how did it hit?” You played coy with another cheeky grin. 

“It just does.” He said through gritted teeth, eyes narrowing as you returned to pressing the die against your lips. 

“Does it, now?” You nipped at the five, the feeling of your teeth hitting the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh. 

“F-fuck. Yes it does!” He slammed his hands on the table, pushing himself up. 

As he lifted up, your eyes darted to the prominent bulge in his pants. The sight had your mouth watering. Oh, you could get used to this. Moving your gaze up, you shivered as you met Chance’s eyes. They were dark, filled with hunger. 

His hands gripped at the table harshly. Fingernails biting into the wood as he tried to keep himself composed. 

You didn’t stop messing with his die. Mouthing around various sides, just slightly avoiding the numbers that would stimulate his sex. A teasing smirk on your lips as you trailed the die along them. 

That darkness in his eyes grew as he let out an audible groan. How much more could he take before he snapped? By now he had to be close to his boiling point. With his shivering body and labored breathing, he would crack soon. 

Staring straight into his eyes, you flicked your tongue out on the seven. There it was, a spark of something even deeper in Chance’s eyes. Want. 

With what little composure he had, Chance marched over to you. Your eyes trailed to his chest as you watched him inhale and release harsh breaths. 

Giving him an innocent bat of your lashes, you looked up at him with a confused stare. Cocking your head to the side as you read the frustration on his face. 

“Is something wrong?” You asked sweetly, pressing the die to your lips. 

“Get up.” It wasn’t a question, it was a command. 

“Why should I?” You decided to tease, see how far you could really push him. 

“Because I’m not asking.” He placed a hand on the back of your chair, leaning his large frame over your body. 

“Maybe you should.” You kissed the six of the die. “It’s polite.” 

“Get up. Or I will make you.” 

Oh. Well that was certainly new. Something that you were very interested in. 

“As you wish.”

He moved away, letting you stand up. As soon as you were on your feet, the man walked you back. Pressing you against your office wall, making you let out a sharp gasp. 

“What’s this all about?” You cocked your head with a coy smile. 

“You and I know very well what ‘this’ is about.” He practically spat. 

He was now nose to nose with you. Hot breaths fanning your face as he pinned you to the wall. 

“What exactly am I supposed to ‘know’, Chance?”

The die in your hand returned to your lips. You gave it a little nip, watching with amusement as his eyes scrunched shut with a groan. Opening them, you were met with that deep look of want once more. It had you shivering. 

“Care if I show you?” He asked lowly. 

“Be my guest.” You feigned an air of confidence, but couldn’t help the slight waver in your voice. His dominating presence had you squirming. 

Slowly, he leaned towards you. Lips puckered to kiss you. Fluttering your eyes shut, you leaned in. Only a low chuckle met you. Instead, Chance’s head turned to kiss up your jaw and down your neck. The featherlight kisses had you letting out soft whines. 

When his mouth reached the crook of your neck, he gave you a soft bite. The feeling had you yelping, making Chance bite you again. This time, lightly scraping his teeth up your neck. 

When he pulled away, he appraised his work. Dark marks now forming around your pulse point and sweet spots along the column of your throat. His thumb lightly brushed over one of the bruises as he let out a satisfied huff. 

“Now, do you know what I’m talking about?” He leaned toward you with an amused hum. Loving the way you squirmed from his close proximity. 

But he couldn’t win that easily. 

“No, I don’t know.” You grinned at him, eyes sparkling teasingly. 

Gritting his teeth, he grabbed your wrist. Holding up the hand that held his die in front of your face. 

“Don’t try to play coy. I know you know.” 

“You still have yet to tell me what I ‘know’, exactly.” You teased. 

“Fine.” He let out a harsh breath. “I can play this game too, you know?” He released your hand. 

His own warm hands slid up your body. Softly caressing you. Leaning in, he whispered into your ear. 

“Tell me to stop, and I will. But if you want me to keep going…well…” He chuckled darkly. “You’ll see.” 

“I won’t stop you.” You cocked your head to the side giving him a challenging stare. 

With the dice in your hand you brought it to your lips, giving it a kiss on the seven side. You watched Chance shudder and groan at the feeling. 

Suddenly, your hand was pinned to the wall. 

“Do that again, see what happens.” He hissed through gritted teeth. 

With surprising strength, Chance flipped you around. Shoving your chest into the wall. From behind, you felt him press against your body. The outline of his hard cock pushed against your ass. 

“Do you feel what you do to me?” He breathed against your ear. “Do you know what it’s like?” He groaned, grinding himself against you. 

“Know what, what’s like?” You asked quietly. 

“What it’s like,” his hand slid down your torso and teased over your pants, “to be touched, but you can’t do anything about it.” 

Gasping, you tried to cross your legs as he cupped over your sex. With his thigh, he pushed your legs apart. He tsked you with a click of his tongue. 

“Nuh uh, you’re not running away from this.” His hand returned to playing with you over your pants. “After all, I couldn’t run away from you.” 

“B-but you did. You always left the room.” You looked at him over your shoulder, shivering at the lustful gaze deep in his eyes. 

“I certainly tried. But I couldn’t really escape you. Not your lips, not your kisses, your tongue, the biting.” He emphasized the final word with a bite to your shoulder. 

“Ah, mmph!” You moaned as his hand continued to cup over you. Teasing you with light strokes and squeezes. 

As he continued to touch you, you felt yourself growing more and more aroused. Needing some type of friction to assist you. However, Chance didn’t appear to care all too much. Enjoying the sounds of your whimpers and moans as you helplessly took what he gave you. 

Pulling his hand back, you let out a whine. From behind you heard the shuffling of his pants. Chance let them hit the floor. Looking over your shoulder you moaned at the sight. 

Chance stood there, his cock out and standing proud. His length, thick and delicious looking. Fuck, you needed it. 

For a moment, Chance watched you. His hand wrapped around his cock, slowly pumping away. Beads of precum dripping down the shaft. The amused smirk on his face indicated how much he enjoyed watching you squirm. 

“Chance…” You let out a groan. 

“Yes?” His voice held a teasing lilt. 

“Please…”

“Please what? Use your words.” 

“Please just do something!” You whined, dropping your head in exasperation. 

“I am doing something.” He groaned, gripping his dick tighter and pumping faster. 

“You know what I mean!” You huffed in frustration. 

“Do I? You didn’t seem to understand what I was telling you earlier.” He stopped touching himself. 

Pressing his body against yours, he spoke into your ear. 

“So tell me,” he purred, “What. Do. You. Know?” You felt his cock press into your backside. 

“I know! I know that you can feel what happens to your die!” The time for teasing was over, you needed him, NOW. 

“Was that so hard?” He chuckled, placing a soft kiss under your ear. 

Quickly, Chance pulled down your pants and underwear. Warm hands grabbed at the swell of your ass, giving it a squeeze. One of his hands trailed between your legs, cupping your bare sex. The action had you jolting. Every part of your being was on fire from his teasing. Buzzing with an ever growing energy that you wished to dispel. 

Pushing between your legs, you felt Chance’s thick cock. He groaned at the feel of your plush thighs squeezing around his length. The head of his cock brushed up against your awaiting hole, but he didn’t push in. No, instead he continued to fuck your thighs. Gripping them tightly as he thrust in and out. His cock just barely teasing your sex as it brushed past. You whined at the lack of friction, but the man behind you didn’t let up. 

He moaned as he continued to fuck between your legs. Occasionally teasing your hole, but never entering you. A smug smirk on his face as you looked over your shoulder with a glare. 

“Chance, please!” You cried out as he brushed up against your most sensitive parts. “I can’t take it. Please just fuck me!”

“No.” He said lowly as he continued to pummel himself between your legs. 

He leaned over your shoulder, biting into it again. 

“You’re gonna take me like a good little slut. Since you like teasing me like one. So, no whining or complaining.” He growled into your ear before nipping it lightly. 

“I can’t take it!” You felt tears of desperation prick at your eyes. 

“Yes you can.” He moaned, feeling his climax grow nearer. 

“N-no! It’s too much! Please!” Your whimpers only spurred him on. 

Forcing your hips back he fucked between your thighs over and over. Cock brushing up to your hole for the barest amount of friction. 

With a final pump, he let out the lewdest moan. Cock spraying out ropes of cum, painting your thighs white. His arms wrapped around your middle as he shook with the aftershocks of his orgasm. 

His lips pressed soft wet kisses up your throat. Warm hands caressed at your sides. 

Slipping out of your thighs, he groaned lowly. Turning around, you saw the man red in the face. His chest heaving with labored breaths. Despite his tired state, he gave you a smirk. 

He pulled up his pants and walked up to you. Gripping your chin, he brought your face to his. Softly, he pecked your lips. Giving you just a taste of him. He let you go, then turned to walk away. Throwing a cheeky grin over his shoulder, he spoke. 

Shrill giggles could be heard as you walked down the hall to your daughter's room. Peeking your head inside you spotted your two favorite people snuggled up in her bed. Between them sat a book, The Hobbit. Of course. Chance always loved his fantasy. The apple didn’t fall too far from the tree it seemed. Your eyes gazed around your daughter’s room. An orange glow from her bedside lamp illuminated the various children’s drawings of dragons and unicorns haphazardly taped onto the wall. A mural of a castle was painted on the wall her bed was up against. Spotting you in the doorway, Chance gave you a warm smile. His eyes widened as he took in the outfit you were wearing. 

“Hi, Mommy!” Your daughter perked up when she saw you. 

“How’s the book?” You asked, walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“It’s sooooo good, Bilbo just got a ring that turns him invisible!” Her eyes sparkled at the thought of magic and whimsy. 

You gave her a soft smile. 

“That does sound pretty cool.” You gave Chance a knowing smile. You had read the book many times before. 

“Oh, you should show Mommy your Golem voice.” He gave you a grin. “We’ve been practicing!” 

“Lay it on me!” You let out an airy laugh. 

Your daughter hunched her shoulders, shifting her face into a grimace. 

“My preciousssss…” She shifted her form again, going wide eyed. “Eggses!” She let out a giggle when she finished her impression. 

You and Chance joined in the laughter. 

“That was a good one, lil goober.” Chance pinched and wiggled her nose. 

She let out another giggle. 

“Don’t steal it!”

“Not tonight. I don’t need your nose as a snack. I’m taking Mommy out for dinner.” 

“Awww.” She pouted, crossing her arms. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Grandma’s gonna keep an eye on you while we’re out.” He pecked a kiss on her forehead, making her smile. 

Earlier in the evening Chance’s mother came over to watch your daughter. An act you greatly appreciated, but she also very much wanted to see her granddaughter. So, a win-win. 

After putting your daughter to bed, you and Chance exited the room. Quietly shutting the door, you turned to your husband with a grin. With red blooming on his cheeks he took in your appearance. Letting out a low whistle, he leaned in to kiss your cheek. You gave him a confused look. 

“I didn’t want to ruin your lipstick.” He gave you a sheepish look. 

“It’s actually a lip stain.” You rubbed your finger over your lips to prove your point.

“Well in that case, don’t mind if I do.” He cupped your chin pressing a deep kiss to your lips. 

You hummed against him, enjoying the pleasant feeling of his lips against yours. 

When he pulled away, you felt your heart swell. Pure adoration glimmered in his eyes. 

“You look beautiful. Perfect, as always.” He rubbed his thumb along your cheek tenderly. 

“And you look absolutely dashing.” You placed a peck against his lips. 

He didn’t allow you to pull back. Instead, holding your jaw to press a deeper kiss to your lips. His tongue slipped into your mouth with a soft groan. You playfully pushed him away, nodding to your daughter’s bedroom. 

“Perhaps we should wait till we’re at the hotel, hmm?” You gave him a lustful look. 

Licking his lips, he nodded. His eyes trailing over your body once more. 

“Sorry love, I can’t seem to help myself around you.” He pulled you into one more kiss, his hand playfully squeezing your ass. 

“Chance…” You mumbled against him admonishingly. 

“I know, I know.” He pecked one final kiss on your lips. 

The two of you headed out of your house with some overnight bags. You and Chance stopped by the living room to give his mother a goodbye.

Feeling as giddy as teens in love, you packed up your car and drove to the city. 

It was you and Chance’s wedding anniversary and it had been much too long since you had a night to yourselves. Life gets pretty busy when you have a kid and two full-time working parents. Date nights often turned into, “Do you just want to stay in a laze around while the kid’s at their grandparents’?” 

Deciding to somewhat liven up your romance, the two of you actually planned an anniversary date. A long weekend in town at a nice hotel. A fancy dinner, seeing a show, and a trip to a game shop since Chance hadn’t been in awhile. Sounded like a perfect weekend. 

First stop was your fancy dinner. Some well renowned steak house that Chance managed to nab a Friday night reservation at. 

As you drove to the city, Chance placed his hand on your exposed thigh. Thumb tracing circles sending shivers up your spine. Some local rock station was playing low on the radio, though you weren’t paying attention to the music. Instead, watching your husband with adoration. 

As cliche as it was, you couldn’t help but be reminded at how lucky you were that you had managed to bag the hunk of a nerd. On his side, he thought he was the true lucky one. Never imagining once he could date someone like you, much less get married. Now here you were, eight years together, five of those married with your four-year-old daughter. 

It was lovely, and things were going well for your little family. Chance was just a few months out from being tenured in his psychology professor position, you had recently received a promotion, and your daughter would be starting kindergarten at the beginning of the next school year. Despite all of these positives, there was something eating at you. The feeling of something missing. 

It started when you had put away holiday decorations. In your storage, you spotted a bin filled with old baby clothes. Pulling it out, you let out a soft sigh. You picked up a bright yellow onesie. Memories of when your little girl was just a baby flooding your mind. Behind you, Chance glanced over your shoulder. He gave a soft smile at the items in your hand. 

“Looking to donate things?” He asked. 

“No!” You said abruptly, unsure of why you were so abrasive. “S-sorry, no. Not yet.” 

“Alright.” He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Everything okay?” He asked. 

“Yes. Sorry, it’s just a bit hard to let go of things sometimes.” You reached for the hand on your shoulder, giving him a soft smile. 

When he left you alone you couldn’t help but feel the beginnings of that missing piece. 

The next time was when your family was playing in the living room. Bluey playing in the background as your daughter and Chance acted out a wacky scenario with a hodge podge of My Little Pony and dragon toys. Something along the lines of Pinkie Pie causing a coupe to overthrow the monarchy so she could bake as many cupcakes as she wants. Due to your daughter’s wild imagination and Chance’s improv skills, the storylines tended to be a bit difficult to follow. Still, you managed to get the gist. 

“Sister! How could you betray me yet again!” Chance said in a feminine voice as he moved the Princess Celestia toy vigorously. 

“Because I want to be queen!” Your daughter said in an “evil” voice. 

After she pretended to shoot a magic beam at the other princess she paused. Eyes lighting up when they looked between you and Chance. 

“Will I ever have a sister?” She asked with that innocence only a child could have. 

You and Chance’s eyes widened. Sure, you probably should have expected this question sooner than later. However, it was still surprising. 

Composing himself, Chance cleared his throat. 

“Why’d you ask, sweetheart?” 

“Cause I want a sister.” She said in a matter-of-fact tone. 

“Oh.” Again, probably should have been an expected response. 

“Why do you want a sister?” There goes your husband. Always trying to figure out the reasoning behind your daughter’s thoughts. 

“Because Jessie told me that I’ll be lonely forever, cause she’s got a sister and I don’t.” 

You held back rolling your eyes. Jessie’s mother had a habit of saying ridiculous things to her, you were pretty sure that’s likely where this came from. 

“Lonely forever? But you’ve got your Mommy and Daddy?” Chance motioned between you and him. 

“I said that to Jessie! But she said that Mommies and Daddies aren’t your friends, but sisters are.” 

“Oh sweetheart, I hope you know that’s not true.” Chance opened his arms, offering her a hug. 

She gladly took the opportunity, racing into his arms with a thump. Chance pulled her in with a deep squeeze. She squirmed in his arms giggling. 

“Daaaaadyyy! I can’t breathe!” She squealed. 

“How else am I gonna convince you you won’t be alone. Gotta make sure you’re hugged so tight you meld with me! Together forever!” He let out a dramatic evil laugh. 

“Mooomyyy! He’s squeezing too hard!” She complained while still letting out shrill giggles. 

“Don’t worry, honey. I’m here to help!” You said as you joined Chance. Wrapping your arms around her you also squeezed. 

“I just love you so much, I gotta meld with you too!” You gave her a smooch on the cheek. 

“Together forever, together forever…” Chance began to chant. 

You joined in with him, your daughter giggling at your antics. 

After a moment, you released her from your grasps. She sucked in a deep breath dramatically falling to the floor. Perking up, she hugged both you and Chance as much as she could with her small frame. 

“We’ll be here.” You rubbed her head, kissing it softly. 

“Will I still get a sister though?” 

You looked over at Chance, unsure of what to say. 

“Your mommy and I will talk about it. Okay, little goober?” He reached for her nose, giving it a wiggle. 

She giggled, batting at his hand. 

“Ooohhkaaaayyy.” 

Later that night, Chance looked over to you. Teeth worrying his lip, he contemplated how to start this conversation. Sure, you had the “kids” talk ages ago. However, you hadn’t had the “do we want more?” talk yet. 

“I have a question.” He started. 

Pausing your nightly reading, you turned to him with an expectant look. 

“You tend to have many of those.” You teased with a smirk. 

“Heh, I suppose I do.” He cleared his throat, now feeling parched. “About what our little girl said earlier…”

His words sent a jolt to your heart. Setting your book down, you gave Chance your full attention. 

“Go on…” You motioned for him to continue. 

“Well, have you thought about it? Having more kids?” He didn’t know why he was getting so flustered about this. 

“I have. Have you?” It seemed like you were both tiptoeing around revealing your opinions on the matter. 

“I have.” 

“Okay.” You waited for him to continue. 

After a long moment of silence, Chance spoke again. 

“I would like to have another one.” He geared up for your response. 

Letting out a sigh of relief, you giggled. What felt like such a high stakes conversation now falling into a comfortable back and forth. 

“I would too.” 

He lit up at that, leaning over to plant a kiss on your lips. With a finger, you paused his attempted kiss. 

“However, there are some things I’d like us to have done financially first. We’re in a good spot right now, but adding another person will burden us if we don’t make some changes.” 

Chance’s shoulders deflated, but he nodded. You were right. It wasn’t the best time to add another member to your family. With some planning you could hopefully manage to put yourself in a better spot. 

It had been about six months since that conversation. Now, you and Chance had made some good changes. With that knowledge, you felt ready to move forward with growing your family. The only thing was, you hadn’t talked to each other about it yet. 

As you sat in the car with him, you wondered if bringing it up this weekend would be appropriate. Now was as good a time as ever, right? 

Chance pulled into a parking garage downtown. Ever the gentleman, he had you wait for him to open your door. Escorting you with an offered hand. The two of you walked down the street. Eyes trailing around, taking in the city sights. 

After a few minutes you ended up in front of a fancy steakhouse. Chance opened the door for you, and you made your way to the host stand. A young woman was scrolling through a tablet with a phone held on her shoulder. 

“Uhuh, uhuh. Okay. We’ll see you tomorrow at seven Mister Smith. Buh-bye!” With that she placed the phone back on the receiver. Looking up, she smiled brightly as she noticed you. 

“Welcome! Do you have a reservation?”

“Ah yes, it should be under Fortuna.” Chance said. 

The woman scanned the tablet, then tapped it. 

“Fortuna, table for two at 7:30.” She gave him a sweet smile. 

“That’ll be us!” 

“Wonderful!” She reached and grabbed some menus. “If you’ll please follow me.” 

You and Chance followed the woman to your table. A cute little two seater by the window with a view of the city. At the table sat empty drink glasses and plates along with a candle centerpiece. 

“Your waiter will be with you in a moment.” She handed you the menus. “Here’s our menu, and here’s our wine list. Have a wonderful meal.” She gave you a nod, then walked back to her stand. 

Pulling out your chair, Chance motioned for you to sit. You let out a soft laugh. 

Your husband had always been the chivalrous type. Opening doors for you, escorting you with an arm, and pulling out your chairs. Not that he didn’t believe you couldn’t do them yourself. No, his mother had instilled the behavior in him and it clearly stuck. 

Picking up the menu, you scanned for something appealing. Chance also looked over the menu. His fingers tapped his chin as he determined what he wanted. 

A waiter walked up to your table with a pitcher of ice water. He flipped over your glasses and poured the water in. 

“Good evening, I’m Neil, I’ll be your waiter this evening. Is there anything you would like to drink?” 

Chance ordered a bottle of red to the table. The waiter brought over some bread and butter before taking your orders. 

“Get whatever you want, love.” Chance said, knowing you would try and be frugal. He gave you a look of warning. 

You gave the waiter your order, deciding to pick what you wanted. 

As you waited for your food, Chance lifted his glass to yours. You smiled, lifting your own. Clinking them together, you shared a cheers. 

“To a wonderful five years of marriage with my beautiful wife.” Chance said, eyes filled with adoration. 

“And to many, many, many more.” You said back, feeling your heart swell. 

The waiter returned to your table with your meals and more wine. The two of you enjoyed your food, occasionally chatting between bites. As the night went on, you found yourself growing anxious. You needed to talk to him about it. 

“Chance…” You trailed, finger tracing around your wine glass. 

“Yes?” He looked at you over his glasses 

“I’ve been thinking…” God, why couldn’t you just spit it out.

“Thinking about?” He smirked knowingly, having a feeling he knew where this was going. 

“You know that conversation we had a few months ago?” You bit your lip.

“We’ve had many conversations, I’m going to need you to be more specific.” He took a bite of his meal. 

“The one about kids.” You looked at him with an intense gaze.

He set his fork down, placing his fingers under his chin. A dark gaze in his eyes as he looked at you intensely. 

“And what have you been thinking about?” 

“I think it’s time we try for another.” You took a sip of your wine. 

“Is that so?” He cocked his head to the side. 

“It is.” 

Interrupting your conversation, the waiter had returned to your table. 

“I heard that you two were celebrating your anniversary? Would you care to enjoy a complimentary dessert?” He asked with a sweet smile. 

“Mind if we take it to go?” 

When you made it to your hotel room, you found yourself pressed up against the door, Chance’s lips hot against yours as he desperately kissed you. He moaned into your mouth as his tongue tangled with yours. Pulling away, he stared deeply into your eyes. 

“Are you sure?” He pressed another hot kiss to your lips. “About having another baby?” 

“Y-yes, ah!” He kissed down your throat, leaving a soft bite against your sweet spot. 

“Positive?” He paused, looking at you with a serious gaze. 

“I am.” You let out a deep breath. “Plus, I might have gotten off of my birth control.” You said sheepishly.

“Oh.” A flush bloomed on his face. 

Thankfully, you had made sure to not have had sex with Chance since you had gotten off, but you were  hoping he would be on the same page. 

“We’re in a really good place financially. You’re gonna be tenured soon, I got that promotion, and we refinanced the mortgage.” You listed things out, pointing to each of your fingers. “Plus with our girl going into kindergarten, we won’t have to worry much about the cost of daily childcare.” 

“You know, I love it when you speak fiscal responsibility to me.” He teased with a kiss. “Guess we’ll have to get a larger life insurance policy?” He waggled his brows suggestively. 

“Mmm…enough money talk. I wanna make this baby.” You pressed your lips to his. 

“As you wish.” He grabbed your hand giving it a soft kiss. The tender action made you blush. 

Gently, he pulled you to the bed. He sat down, eyes trailing over your body. His hands reached for your hips, pulling you between his legs. Tracing circles on your hips, he made you shiver. 

“As much as I love seeing you all dolled up for me…” His hand trailed to the hem of your dress, lifting it up slightly. “I would love to see you take it off.” He gave you a cheeky grin. 

“Oh yeah?” You leaned down, you pressed a kiss to his lips. 

“Oh, very much so.” He leaned back, motioning over your outfit. “So please, if you will, strip for me.” His low timbre had you shivering again. 

Nodding, you reached for the zipper at the back of your dress. Slowly, you pulled it down. Leaning on his legs, Chance watched you intensely. Licking his lips in anticipation as he watched you slip off the first strap of your dress. Ever so slowly you pulled down your other strap, then began sliding down your dress. Clad only in some special lingerie, you looked for Chance’s reaction. The man groaned as he looked over your body. 

As if on instinct, he lunged for you. Pulling you into a heated kiss, his hands ran over your body. Fingers teased over your barely clothed breasts, fingers tracing over your nipples. You keened at his touch, pressing your chest against his. 

Against your lips he spoke lowly.

“Is this all for me?” He pulled you tightly against him. “Gettin’ all dolled up just so I can give you another baby, hm?” He growled, pressing another hot kiss to your lips. 

Oh, that’s right. You almost forgot how much he enjoyed this. 

While your sex life had always been quite exciting, Chance’s specific enjoyment was something else. Remembering the last time you were trying for a baby, the man had been insatiable. Practically every moment you two had alone ended up with Chance rutting into you. Even once taking you on his office desk when you decided to pay him a lunchtime visit. Not that you minded. The man had the things he enjoyed, but he most enjoyed making sure you felt amazing. And you couldn’t deny, his hunger to pump you full of his seed was quite appealing. 

Now, you had a feeling that hunger had not faded whatsoever. Spread on the bed, Chance was pawing at your body. Warms hands trailing over your breasts and down to your soaked panties. Groaning as he pet over your clothed sex. 

“You’re drenched. You really do want me to get you pregnant, yeah?” He breathed hotly against your throat, trailing down kisses and love bites.

He unclasped your bra, tossing it to the floor. Hands cupped your breasts as he continued to mouth at your throat. 

Moving down, he kissed your torso. Stopping to tease your nipples with his teeth and tongue. The actions making you press against him with a whine. 

Reaching your panties, he snapped them with his finger. Earning him a surprised yelp. Using his teeth he pulled them down, then off of your body. While he greatly appreciated you dressing up for him, he desperately needed you. 

With strong arms he pulled you to the end of the bed, lips trailing up your legs. Teeth lightly scraping against your thighs had your body jolting. Sparks of pleasure shooting through you, making you get even wetter. Eyeing your sex, Chance let out a groan. The man loved nothing more than knowing you were feeling good. So he would make sure you would you feel utterly amazing. Leaving you in any state besides shaking and satisfied would be an affront to him. No, he would make sure he ruined you into pure bliss. 

Kissing up your thighs, he planted a light one against your puffy clit. The action made you cry out. His tongue lapped at your weeping cunt as you continued to writhe and moan. It felt good to actually be able to make noise now, and your husband seemed to be enjoying it as well. Groaning with every sound that escaped your throat at his ministrations. 

A heat was growing in your belly with each lick against your pussy. By now, Chance had you memorized. Knowing every part of you that made you tick. Expertly, he lapped away at your wet folds, drinking in every moan and whine he could elicit from you. Each sound of your pleasure made his cock twitch in anticipation.

God, he couldn’t wait to breed you. First, however, he needed to make sure you were prepared to take him. 

Chance watched as you writhed and moaned. Humming contently at the sight of you in bliss. 

With kitten licks to your clit, you felt your orgasm on the horizon. Fast flicks of his tongue to your sensitive bud made your hips jolt. That familiar warmth had grown tenfold by now. Unconsciously your hips moved with Chance’s tongue, chasing your high. Your husband continued this pace, knowing you would snap at any moment. 

A lick  to your clit had you moaning loudly. Thighs clenched around Chance’s head, suffocating him in the most delicious of ways. Your release splashing over his mouth, which he licked up greedily. 

As you came down from your high, Chance lightly lapped at your folds. Helping bring you down as little sparks of pleasure made your body jolt.

When your body relaxed, he pulled away. Leaning over your shaking body, he gave you a deep kiss. Forcing you to taste yourself on his lips. As you kissed, he unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. When he dropped it, you appraised his appearance. Eyes trailing over his fit broad chest, thick strong arms, and that lovely bit of tummy with a happy trail leading to right where you wanted him. Then his hands moved to his belt, quickly unclasping and removing it along with his pants and boxers. You let out a soft whine at the sight of his hard cock. Thick and red at the tip, just the perfect length to fill your wanting cunt. You felt yourself clenching at nothing at the sight. 

Turning your body, you brought yourself to the edge of the bed. As you reached out for him, Chance grabbed your wrist. 

“Sorry, sweetheart. As much as I appreciate you wanting to reciprocate, I need to fuck that perfect pussy of yours.” He kissed your hand. “I don’t want a single drop going to waste.” 

He proceeded to maneuver you to lay on your back. Between your legs you watched as he lined his length with your dripping cunt. He tapped the tip against your overstimulated clit teasingly. Grinning at the way you shuddered with each touch. He slid his cock between your folds, groaning at the feeling of your slick. The head of his cock caught the entrance of your pussy, and he began to push in. Groaning at the feeling of your tight, wet heat. 

“F-fuck. You feel so good.” He moaned, as he bottomed out. 

Looking down, a satisfied smile came to his face. He admired your shaking body beneath him. Cunt stuffed full, hitting your sweet spot deep inside. 

“Chance…” You whined. 

“Yes, beautiful?” He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. 

“Please move.” 

“As you wish.” 

He pulled out, then snapped his hips into you harshly, making you yelp. Beginning a brutal pace that had you moaning with each brush against your gummy spot. The way your soft walls fluttered around him had him moaning loudly. 

With strong hands around your hips, he pulled you back into him with each thrust. The friction of his pelvis against your clit had you crying out. Pleasure so intense it had your eyes screwing shut, but Chance couldn’t have that. He reached a hand around your throat, squeezing on the sides lightly. Opening your eyes you moaned at the lustful gaze he gave you. 

“My love, I need to see you. I need you to watch me as I fill you. Again,” he thrust into you for emphasis, “and again.” He growled as he felt you clench around him. 

Fuck, he needed you to cum. It wouldn’t be long before he burst inside you. So he decided to use his expertise of your body. 

Strong arms wrapped under your thighs, throwing your legs over his shoulders. He folded you over, cock pressed deeply inside your cunt. The mean mating press he had you in made you cry out. Knowing that he could pummel your sweet spot with precision, Chance fucked into you fast and hard. Hiccupping gasps escaped you as the pleasurable heat had returned to your center once more. Building and building with each thrust to your gummy spot. All you could do was take what he was giving you. 

Chance watched as you writhed under him, moaning as you clenched and unclenched around his cock. Each brutal hit inside of you bringing you to your peak quickly. He could tell you were going to climax soon. Telltale tightness inviting his length to keep pummeling into you over and over was warning you would soon finish. 

“Cum for me.” He commanded. “Come for me and I’ll fill you up. Breed you nice and full.” He growled, nipping your ear. 

His words had you blabbering incoherently. 

“Mmph! Ah! Fill me, ah I-!”

You couldn’t speak any further, not when your second orgasm crashed through your body. It left you shaking and screaming as Chance chased after his own release. Each pump of his cock drawing out your orgasm, making you tremble. Chance moaned at the feeling of you clenching around him. His balls tightened, then released as he filled you with warmth. Both of you moaning at the feeling of him filling you full of his seed. It almost seemed like he couldn’t stop coming. His cock shooting rope after rope of cum into your greedy cunt. 

When he finally stopped, you could still feel the aftershocks of your orgasms. His cock twitching against your gummy walls while your pussy spasmed around him. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him in for a deep kiss. One he gladly accepted. Sloppily, you tangled your tongues. Groaning at how good the other tasted. 

Slowly, Chance unfolded you. Keeping his cock pressed deep inside as he laid you down gently. The two of you loved the feeling of him plugging you up full of himself. 

As you came down from your highs, Chance pressed soft kisses over your face and neck. Whispering sweet nothings that had you smiling. You returned his affections, pressing a deep kiss to his lips. Trailing your tongue along his bottom lip, then meeting his. 

After a moment, Chance paused. Eyes widening, he shuffled inside you.

“I’m still really hard.” He said. 

You giggled at his shocked expression. 

“Yeah?” You thrust your hips up against him, making him groan. 

Sure, he was very overstimulated, but he still very much wanted to go another round. A hunger returned to his eyes. 

Swiftly, he pulled out of you. The quick action made you whine at the feeling of emptiness. However, Chance had other plans. 

 Eyeing around the room, he spotted something that piqued his interest and made his cock twitch. Across from a small table was a full length mirror. Licking his lips, he grabbed your hand. 

Pulling you up with him, he dragged you to the table. Loving the way he manhandled you, you allowed him to manipulate your body. Pushing you face down on the table, Chance lined his cock up with your sopping entrance. Appreciating the slick dripping down your thighs. In a quick thrust, he filled you up once more. You cried out as he slammed into your sweet spot. 

A strong hand grabbed at your hair, forcing your head up. In front of you, you watched yourself and Chance. His brows furrowed as he thrusted in and out of you. In the mirror he caught your gaze, a smirk crawling to his lips. Leaning down, he nipped at your earlobe and spoke lowly. Eyes still locked with yours. 

“Look at you, taking me so well.” He bit at the sweet spot in the crook of your neck. “Feels like you need me to breed you, fill you up till you can’t take it anymore. Hm?” He tugged on your hair, waiting for you to respond.

“Y-yes! Ah!” He slammed into your sweet spot once more. 

“God, you’re so beautiful.” His hand slid down your front, fingers circling your sensitive clit. “You’re gonna look so good full of me.” He kissed your neck, making you shiver. 

“I-hah-I love it when you fill me, Chance.” The way you said his name, the desperation in your eyes had him shivering. His cock twitching inside you. 

“I love you.” He twisted your head to kiss you, tongue sloppily tangling with yours.

“I love you!” You exclaimed as he thrusted hard into you.

Another orgasm was just on the precipice. Each thrust and swirl over your overstimulated bud had you nearing the peak. 

Chance could feel his own orgasm growing, but yet again, he needed you to finish first. To feel you clench around his length once more before filling you again. 

“C’mon, beautiful, I need to feel you again. Then I can fill this pretty little cunt up.” He groaned at the feeling of you tightening around him at his words.

“Y-yes, please.” You breathed out.

Looking back at the mirror, Chance groaned at the sight of you. Cock stuffing you full as your body lay limp in his arms. Eyes glazed over and mouth hung open letting out a string of moans as he fucked into you. 

One final flick against your sensitive clit had you screaming and clenching around him. Your orgasm hitting you hard, making you spasm against his body. Following behind you, Chance bent you over the table. His release filling you with warmth as his seed filled you again. He groaned against your shoulder, hips still thrusting against you as he came down from his high. Each overstimulating thrust shooting sparks through your body, making you let out hiccupping moans. 

Eventually, he stopped. Pulling out, he groaned at the sight of his spend mixed with your release trailing down your legs. With thick fingers, he gathered up the fluids, stuffing them back into you. You groaned at the feeling. 

“Gotta make sure it takes.” He kissed softly down your back. 

“Mhmm…” You mumbled, unable to move. 

Ever so gently, Chance carried you back to the bed. Body now boneless, you lay there. Allowing Chance to clean you up as he peppered you with kisses and praise. 

“You did so well, so perfect.” He purred, kissing up your neck. “Can’t wait to see you so round and full again.”

You sighed against him, enjoying his warm caresses along your spent body.

“You’re such a good mom, you’re gonna do so well.” He kissed your forehead. 

“You’re a good dad, you know?” You mumbled softly. 

“I am?” He smiled softly, looking down at you curled against his chest.

“Mhmm… It’s kinda hot.” You let out an amused huff.

Chance chuckled, caressing your face lovingly. 

“Guess we’ll really have to make sure it takes then.” He planted a soft kiss against your lips. 

Sitting at your computer, your knee was bouncing. Vibrations running through your desk as you feel your anxiety grow and grow. Leg speeding up along with your heart rate. Inside, your mind was reeling. Everything was building too much too quickly. A pop up appeared on your screen, Mac trying to indicate that you needed to stop doom scrolling. You didn’t have your Dateviators on, so they couldn’t speak to you directly. 

Looking at your desk, you grabbed the glasses. Finger tracing around the frame gently, the action making Skylar shiver. 

You knew that the objects could feel your touch, but it never fully registered for you. Even with Mac gushing about your double clicking, or Betty informing you about how fluffing your pillows feels, it was hard to put two-and-two together for you. 

Shrugging your shoulders, you placed the glasses on your face. 

A warm hand settled on your bouncing leg. Dasha gave you a concerned look as she pat your knee. 

“Please, rest your knee.” She let out a sigh of relief since you stopped. 

“Oh shit. Sorry, Dasha.” You curled down sheepishly. 

She gave you a big pat on the shoulder. 

“No hard feelings.” 

When she left, you laid your head on the desk. Turning to the side, you spotted your D20. With your finger you twirled it around over your desk. Sighing, you let it clatter to a stop. 

“Want to talk about it?” A voice by your side asked. 

Still laying on the desk, you turned your head in the direction of the sound. There stood the personified form of your D20. A concerned furrow in his brow at the state you were in. 

“I don’t know what there is to talk about.” You mumbled against the desk. 

Truly, you didn’t. There wasn’t a thing or issue you could point directly to that was making you feel this way. You were in this state of limbo, not sure of what exactly you were feeling. Eventually the overthinking had your mind spiraling. What if, what if, what if? Playing on repeat over and over in your head. 

What could you tell him? Life? The state of the world? Work, or lack thereof? Too many things, yet nothing specific. 

“You look like you’re thinking about a lot.” Chance placed a warm hand on your shoulder tenderly.

He gave you a soft smile, one you managed to return. 

“I am. Trying to figure out what is going on with…” you waved around yourself, “this.” 

“Maybe we could break things down a bit? Help you figure out ‘this’?” Chance offered. 

“How?” You croaked out. 

“Think broad. What’s a big concept that you think is affecting you negatively?” Chance took a seat beside you, elbows on his knees with his head perched on his hands. Ready to listen attentively. 

Letting out a long sigh through your nose, you sat up from your desk. 

“Life.” 

“Okay, now we can be a bit more specific. Tell me an aspect of your life that is bothering you right now.” Chance motioned for you to continue. 

“My relationships.” 

“What kind of relationships?” He asked. 

“All of them, really. Family, friends…” you eye Chance, “lovers.” 

Chance blushed slightly, but pressed on. 

“Let’s start with friends first.” He said. 

Good, the safer option. 

“I guess I feel like I’m coming off as too much? Especially the objects I’ve become close friends with. Like, am I pushing them too much? I have to use them, you know? So is it a problem that I keep engaging with them all the time?” It felt odd telling one of those said objects about this, but he seemed to know what he was doing. Plus, he was clearly listening and registering what you said. 

“Have any of the objects told you this?” He asked. 

“Well, no. But, sometimes I feel like their body language indicates they don’t want me there. I dunno, maybe I’m reading too much into it.” You dropped your head with a sad sigh. 

Chance reached for your face, warm hand cupping your chin and raising it up. 

“If it helps, I love spending time with you. Even just having you close by is nice.” He gave you a soft smile. 

“Really?” 

“Of course!” Chance said your name adoringly. “When I say I think you’re perfect, I mean it.” The confession shot butterflies to your stomach. 

“But…” 

“And I know the others feel the same as I do. You might have those glasses, but we also have the autonomy to interact with you or not. Guess what?” He asked with a grin. 

“What?” 

“We choose to be with you. Not because we have to, but because we want to.” 

At Chance’s words, you felt tears prick at your eyes. Blinking, you let them fall. With a loving swipe of his thumb, he wiped them off your cheeks for you. 

Deciding it best not to keep pressing you, Chance decided to switch gears. 

“I want to do something with you, if you don’t mind.” He stood up, offering you his hand. 

Gingerly, you accepted it. Pulling you up, he wrapped his arms around you in a warm hug. Head placed in the crook of your neck as he held you tight. Relaxing in his hold, you wrapped your arms around him. The two of you stood like that for a moment. Almost feeling as if you were melding together. 

Pulling away, Chance gave you a soft smile. Leaning in, he placed a kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. The tender action makes you let out an amused huff. 

“Let’s go to your bedroom.” He said pulling your arm gently. 

“Bedroom?” Your face flushed. 

Pausing wide eyed, Chance’s face also turned red. 

“Not like that…” he shook the embarrassment off, “I’ve got something else I wanna do.” 

“Oookaaayy.” You said in a singsong voice. 

He brought you upstairs to your room, hopping on the bed. Shuffling in the covers, he made himself comfortable. Opening his arms, he invited you in. 

Taking the invite, you joined him. Snuggling against his chest, you let out a content sigh. Gosh, he was so warm and soft. Such a pleasant feeling man. 

“Close your eyes for me.” He asked softly. 

You did as he asked, shutting your eyes. 

“Now listen.” He pulled you as close to his chest as you could. 

Through his sweater you could hear the steady sound of his heartbeat. As you lay there listening, you felt yourself relaxing more and more. Almost as if the sound of his heart was putting you in a trance. 

“How are you feeling?” You felt him caress your head gently, nails lightly scratching your scalp.

Letting out a pleased hum, you snuggled further into his chest. 

“Really good.” You mumbled against him, a content smile on your face. 

“Now, keeping your eyes closed, I want you to focus on your breathing. Follow mine.” He said. 

Nodding, you focused on the way his chest moved. Slowly you breathed in and out, eventually breathing in tandem. This meditative exercise was pushing the annoying buzz out of your mind. Replacing it with thoughts on the feelings surrounding you. The sound of Chance’s heart, the feel of his hand’s gentle caress, the movement of your chests breathing together. 

You reached for Chance’s hand, intertwining your fingers together. 

“Thank you for this.” You said quietly. 

“You can come to me anytime. “ He lifted your hand to his lips, giving it a tender kiss. 

With that, you found yourself drifting in his arms. Heartbeat following you into a blissful sleep. 

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Chance didn’t know how much more he could take. Weeks and weeks of planning this new campaign, and his people pleasing habits have bit him in the ass. While the rest of the party was fine, great, even, there was one that was causing all sorts of problems. Lux asked to join. Despite his reservations, Chance felt like he couldn’t say “no.”

“Noooo, I would never let my luxurious cloak get soaked in the mud! I'm staying at the tavern. The peasants can bask in my glory!” Lux exclaimed. 

At the head of the table, you saw Chance clenching his fist. He wasn’t one for railroading, but everyone else had decided to go on a special quest because there was an active thunderstorm. He felt it was time for desperate measures. Lux always pressed to have their way, and this time it was causing the party to squabble. 

“What if we just left them at the tavern?” Jerry asked, running a frustrated hand through his unruly locks. 

Chance let out a frustrated sigh. 

“No! I’m not letting you guys split the party.” His abrasiveness took the party aback. Realizing this, Chance let out another sigh. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he continued. “Sorry, let’s take five and we can come back to this.”

Chance walked into the hall to cool down. You followed him, worry written on your face. 

“Hey.” You said softly, reaching for his hand.

“Hey.” His voice was monotone, but he took your hand. 

“Are you doing alright?” 

“Not particularly.” He mumbled. Clenching his eyes shut, he let out yet another exasperated sigh. “It’s just that Lux can be such a handful, and they’re clearly affecting how you guys are playing.” His jaw tightened. “I really don’t want to blow up, but it’s getting really hard.” 

“Here.” You pulled out Chance’s D20. 

He raised a questioning brow, then blushed when you kissed the 20 side. 

“You can actually kiss me, you know?” 

“I know, I’m not done though.” You took his die, slipping it under your shirt and holding him over your heart.

Chance’s eyes softened as he listened to your heartbeat. He relaxed into feeling your body’s warmth. 

“How’s that?” You asked.

Chance reached for your face, thumb lovingly rubbing your cheek as he leaned in. Softly, he pressed his lips to yours. Appreciating the sound of your heart and the feeling of your warmth. 

“Better.” 

“Good.” You gave him a sweet smile, pecking his lips again. “Now, let’s get back to playing. I think I have an idea on how to get Lux on the rest of the party’s side.” 

You pulled Chance back into the office, the rest of the party was sitting at the table. 

“Alright. You told me you have a plan?” Chance asked pointedly when you sat down.

“Mhmm!” You nodded.

“Care to share?” Jerry asked, a look of desperation in his eyes. 

“Alright, Lux,” you turned to them, “with the ingredients I have I should be able to create a waterproofing potion. Which would keep your cloak clean.” 

“I don’t know… I’m kinda having fun here!” Lux said sassily. 

“What if I told you that the Thunderbird’s feathers could make you even flashier than you already are?” You crossed your fingers behind your back, hoping you could convince them.

Lux paused, hand on their chin in thought. 

“I’m listening…”

“You’d be able to gain some storm magic, and the feathers have a rare kind of beauty to them. Plus, you would have bragging rights for getting near one. Meaning you have more of a chance to impress people.” You gave them a smile.

“Alright, you’ve convinced me.” 

Around the table you heard a collective sigh of relief. Chance mouthed a “thank you”, to which you shot back a wink. 

The rest of the session went a bit smoother. Your team worked to locate the Thunderbird and battle it. Finding it was easy, fighting it was another story. It wasn’t because it was a hard beast to beat. 

“What do you mean I can’t go again? I cast two spells last round?” Lux pouted.

“Lux, you used a spell that needed a bonus action last round. You can only cast one of those again.” Chance pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“Ugh, this is ridiculous!” Lux huffed.

Chance held back a groan, tightening his jaw. Seeing this reaction, you grabbed his die. Holding it against your heart, you watched Chance soften. He looked at you with a soft smile, giving you a nod of acknowledgement. 

Every so often you would press Chance’s die to your heart. Helping him calm down from whatever antic was making him frustrated. The session ended well enough, you had brought down the Thunderbird and collected your winnings. 

When everyone had left to their respective homes, you were left alone with Chance. You helped clean up the table in a comfortable silence. As you picked up various G&G items, you could feel Chance glance at you every so often.

“Like what you see?” You teased. 

“I do.” Pausing his organizing, Chance walked up to you. “Thank you, by the way.” 

“For what?” You cocked your head to the side. 

“For your help. Finding a way to work with Lux and taking care of my die.” He planted a light kiss to your cheek.

“It was nothing. You’ve done far more for me. I actually wouldn’t have learned to do that without you.” You gave him a soft smile. 

“It’s not nothing to me.”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Seriously.” He pulled you into him, wrapping you in a tight hug. “Gosh, I wish you knew how perfect you are.” 

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at his words. How was he such a charmer? 

“Chance…” You trailed, pulling away to look at him. Biting your lip, you felt nervous. “I love you.” 

His eyes widened, filled with pure adoration. Abruptly, he pulled you into a tight hug. Slightly lifting you off the ground with a chuckle. 

“I love you!” He pressed a deep kiss to your lips. “I’ve been waiting forever to say that.” He let out a sigh of relief. 

“You have?” You didn’t realize. 

“Of course.” He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ve been in love with you before you even got those.” He poked at the bridge of your glasses.

The confession had your heart stuttering. Before…

“It’s kind of impossible to not love you.” He rubbed his hand down his face, unable to drop his smile. “It feels so good to tell you that.” 

“I. Love. You.” He said pressing a kiss to your forehead, nose, then lips. 

“I love you too, you big goof.” You nuzzled your nose against his. 

When you finished up in the office, you brought Chance to bed with you. You could tell he wanted to spend more time with you, and, well, you wanted to spend more time with him. Curled up against you he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, peppered with “I love yous”. It was as if he couldn’t stop saying it. Making up for what felt like lost time. 

“As excited as I am to be realized, I think I’ll miss being able to be so close to your heart.” Chance admitted, his head laying on your chest. 

“Chance, we can still do this.” You said softly as you ran your fingers through his hair. 

“I guess, but I’ll be significantly less portable.” 

Rolling your eyes, you pecked his forehead. 

“Doesn’t mean you can’t come and cuddle with me when you want.” You said.

“Really?”

“Of course.”

“Oh, you’re so perfect.” He sat himself up, planting a kiss on your lips. 

“If anything I’m more concerned you’ll forget about me.” You admitted.