#donna writes

Your husband never failed to make you bite your lip between your teeth, thighs pressing together and an insatiable hunger rising in your belly. He knew you better than you knew yourself. Long ago he had memorised every placement of his fingers to have you putty in his palm, every place to kiss, inch to lick and exactly what pace to set to have you a mess beneath him.

This evening was no different; you entered the kitchen after putting the kids to bed and found Daichi making the lunches for tomorrow. His broad back stretched his dark grey t-shirt, the muscles shifting as he packed the boxed lunches and reached for snack packs. You admired his tight behind for a moment longer before you made your presence known, the black knee-length shorts curved to his peach so perfectly.

“What did I do to deserve you, hm?”

Your arms wound around his waist, hugging him from behind and kissing his shoulder whilst he chuckled and patted your hand indulgently.

“That’s my line, surely,” he quipped back smoothly, his laughter intensifying as he felt your fingers trace over his stomach to linger along his waistband.

Daichi put down the knife in his hand, head cocked to the side and a low whistle pushed through his lips. “What’re you doing little lady?”

“Mm, showing you my appreciation… daddy.”

The title tripped off your tongue at the exact moment your hand slipped into his shorts and grasped his already-growing cock. His answering groan made your head spin, Daichi’s neck tensed and you stroked your small fingers down his thick veiny shaft.

Even when not at full mast, it was a tight fit. Your husband was more than blessed with his equipment, a heavy cock that slapped against his stomach when aroused and filled you to absolute capacity. The thought alone of the stretch was increasing the slick between your thighs and you’d soon stain through your thin sweats if they weren’t removed within the next few moments.

“Oh, is that so and what does daddy’s favourite girl want this evening? Long and slow,” he inquired, turning to face you with a dark expression that scattered your wits, “or hard and fast?”

You contemplated for a brief second as if you didn’t already know the answer screaming in your head. The thought which had consumed you the entire evening until this first moment of being alone. “Both, I think I want to be greedy tonight.”

Daichi rarely told you no and tonight was not going to be an exception. The granite counter was icy cool against your stomach, tits pressed into the surface and each thrust of his fingers made them scratch on the slightly roughened surface.

Your knees trembled as you felt the heat of his tongue prod at your sticky pussy, licking around the two fingers pumping into you at a rapid pace and you almost moved out of position. A sharp smack hit the inside of your thigh followed by a tsk of annoyance.

“Keep yourself open for me princess, daddy wants to keep his hands free.”

The weight in your stomach dropped to your toes, moaning audibly as you repositioned your hands to each ass cheek and spread yourself wide for him as asked. You loved the natural authority in his tone, he didn’t have to raise his voice to have you buckle under his influence and he knew that well.

“That’s it. Come for me pretty girl, think you’re nice and stretched for me now just gotta taste that cream on my tongue before I get my cock wet.”

How could this man speak such utter filth to you? Your husband, who everyone called the sweetest person when they met him, protective and assertive but gentle. They didn’t know that he fed you the lewdest words when you were alone, sometimes even when you weren’t…

Daichi had barely worked you over for five minutes before you were dripping on his digits, slick covering his palm and down his wrist. So much for long and slow when you were this needy for him. He groaned against your hot cunt, gathering up your spend on his tongue and holding it in his mouth.

Before you could fully float back down from your release, you found yourself spun around and his hungry, glazed mouth upon yours. His tongue thrust between your parted lips, swallowing your heady moans and feeding you the essence he’d gathered. Savouring it together as your tongues flirted and licked against sharp teeth. He was heaven wrapped in a godly dad bod, and you needed him desperately.

Once more your hand found its way to his thick cock, the beat of his thumping heart could be felt through the prominent veins that lined the underside and you squeezed roughly, eliciting a hiss from Daichi. He helped you stroke him, your nimble finger swiping through the mess of precum that oozed from the slit until your fingers were sticky and wet.

He lifted you onto the counter, palms smoothing over your hips and wrapping your plush thighs around his waist. You could only watch as he took over the languid pumping of his cock, the tug and twist that only deepened the almost purple colour of his tip. His musk enveloped you, forehead dropping to Daichi’s shoulder whilst he smacked his cockhead against your sensitive little nub.

“Dai… please, just fuck me already!”

Your whimpered plea was met with a dark chuckle, his rich chocolate eyes taking in your features with a heated curiosity. A finger and thumb pinched into your cheeks, your lips popping wide and he angled your head down.

“Spit,” he commanded, and you didn’t need telling twice. A glob of spit dripping from your tongue and landing on his dick. Daichi rubbed it against your folds, catching your fluttering hole repeatedly until he finally took pity on you.

“There’s my good girl,” he cooed.

The first inch was always a stretch. It didn’t matter how many times you had taken him over the years or that you had birthed two of his children, he was a girthy boy and the tip was especially prominent. Even with Daichi opening you up, you still gripped his shoulders as his hips eased forward.

He fucked you slow on the first few inches, warming you up until you were putty in his hand. Your achingly tight cunt trying to hold on to him for dear life, gummy walls grazed in the exact way that made your toes curl and your nails imprint crescent moons into the muscles of his shoulders.

“More, need more.” You hiccuped, features painted in pure pleasure and Daichi lost the air from his lungs as he looked you over. He loved you like this, in the moments where he was your everything, your constant. And yet, you hadn’t asked nicely and he couldn’t have that.

“Ask nice princess, use those manners I taught you.”

His grin was wicked, the curve of his lip making you lick your own suddenly parched ones. There were faint lines of strain around his eyes but he continued to only rut less than half of his length into your needy pussy and it was maddening.

“Please. Please daddy, need all of your cock. Wanna cream on it. Wanna be filled by you,” you cried with fresh tears filling your lash line from the frustration bubbling in your chest.

Daichi’s eyes rolled over at your words, one palm braced beside you on the counter and the other bruising into your hip. He gave a feral-sounding grunt and on one slam of his hips, he impaled you fully. The air soundly knocked from your chest, chants of his name and every variation and title fell from your lips as his pace became frantic.

Your hips pulled closer to the edge, the leverage just perfect to torment your spongy sweet spot and you were creaming in no time. The vice-like grip of your walls dragged him deeper with every primal thrust delivered. To an observer Daichi might seem uncontrolled and reckless, lost to the animalistic rhythm but that wasn’t quite the truth.

His hips snapped with precise movements, thighs slapping against you and the black thatch of dark curls rubbed delicious friction against your clit. Each pound of his cock was aimed to perfection; Daichi was brutalising your sweet spot without a hint of mercy.

“I know what my girl wants, what she needs… you wanna feel me come inside, don’t you? Paint you with my seed and see if it takes, hmm?” His voice was almost hoarse with desire, and you gasped at the implication. Another baby, did you dare to dream?

“F-fuck. Mhm… I’m gonna—gonna come again. Do it! Fill me up.”

The last word pitched as Daichi gave a particularly hard slam, knocking against your cervix and that flash of white pain translated into pleasure. Enough to make white spots appear in your vision and you clawed like a wild animal seeking release.

“Jesus fucking Christ—baby! SqueezIng me so tight.”

His thrusts turned sloppy, the rhythm faltering as he emptied his heavy balls into your heat. Warmth trickled from his spine and evaporated the pressure in his abdomen as you milked Daichi for every last drop. His scalp prickled, lactic acid burning in his thighs and the dopamine hit was euphoric.

The intimacy of the afterglow made your heart flutter in your chest. The absent designs he traced on your thighs whilst continuing to twitch and soften inside you, refusing to pull out in order to keep his cum as deep as possible. You giggled each time he twitched, something you had done since the very first time you had been intimate and Daichi chuckled at your giddiness.

“You still laugh after all this time?”

You smoothed over his jaw with care, admiring every slight sign of ageing, the signs of your life together and the future still ahead. No matter how time changed his appearance you still loved the man in front of you with the entirety of your heart.

you had gone out on a couple dates with parker boudreaux and thought he really liked you the way you him; until you found him saying he only wanted to hit it and quit it to his mogul embassy buddies. you ran and found yourself knocking continuously, and albeit loudly, on the door to the locker room the hardy's, isiah, and tyler. tyler had opened the door and couldn't believe his eyes: your eyes and cheeks red and swollen from crying, smudgy makeup, and tear streaks; you were seemingly out of breath from wherever you ran from. he didn't say a word. he pulled you in and sat on the couch with you. the other three men slipped out so you'd be alone. tyler wrapped his arms around you and smoothed out your hair in an attempt to calm you. "he, he-" was all you could choke out through your sobs. "when i find the motherfucker who broke your heart, i'm breaking their nose." he mumbled loud enough for you to hear. you sniffled "you can beat parker up later. tyler, just please stay with me?" tyler kissed the top of your head "of course, buzzy. i'm right here."

~~~~~~~

Keith got off his bike, took off his helmet and unzipped his leather jacket. He headed towards the university building with mixed feelings about what awaited him. He had fought with himself about coming today but eventually the curious side of him had won. Keith wanted to see what Hunk had planned for them and also even if it scared him to admit it…he missed Lance.

Logically he knew that it did not make any sense. They hardly knew each other. But emotionally he just… missed him. He sighed and blinked against the bright sunlight. He lifted his hand to shield his eyes against it and bumped into someone.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“Don’t sweat it. All good here.” A friendly voice interrupted him. The tall boy in front of him looked him over and tilted his head to the side. „Hey, are you Keith by any chance?”

Keith nodded. “The one and only.”

“Oh, great! I’m Hunk.“ Keith took the big hand he was offered and returned the welcoming smile. When Hunk gestured for them to move out of the sun and stand in the tall building’s shadow Keith followed him thankfully.

“Nice to meet you. Thanks for saving me yesterday by the way.”

“Oh, no problem. Lance can get like that sometimes when he’s stressed. He didn’t mean anything by it. You know… finals and all. He’s a bit on edge around this time of the year.”

“No, I get it. NASA is a big thing, who wouldn’t freak out, right?”

Hunk gave a nervous laugh. “Yah, I guess. So umm, Lance had to pick up our friend Pidge, they should be here-“

“Exactly now.” Lance’s voice interrupted them. He stopped next to Hunk and let Pidge whom he had been carrying just now slip off his back.

“Hey, Keith. This is Pidge. They use they pronouns. I guess you already know Hunk by now.” Lance smiled at him and clapped Hunk on the back.

Keith nodded and raised his hand in greeting at Pidge. Immediately he regretted the awkward gesture and lowered his hand quickly.

“What’s up butter cup.” Pidge replied with a grin completely ignoring Keith’s weird behavior, who in return just raised an eyebrow at their choice of words.

“Lance, why did you carry Pidge here? Did you take ‘pick them up’ literally again?” Hunk asked with his hands on his hips.

“They paid me two dollars.”

Pidge shrugged. “I didn’t want to walk. It’s too early.”

“It’s almost noon, Pidge.” Hunk said while shaking his head but there was a visible smile on his lips.

“Exactly. Way too early.”

“I feel you, Pidge.” Keith threw in. “I had three coffees before I got here.”

Pidge yawned and stretched their arms over their head. “Good thinking. I only had one and I feel dead inside.”

“So, Hunk. What is this thing? Why are we here?” Lance asked and absently patted Pidge’s head while they leaned against him, eyes closed and repeatedly yawning.

“We are here, because today…” Hunk made a dramatic pause, “They are having a lecture about space for family and friends of students and-“

“AHHH STAR CEILING?” Lance interrupted Hunk excited while bouncing up and down, Hunk just smiled and nodded.

“Yep, Star ceiling.”

“What exactly is star ceiling?” Keith asked confused. Judging from Lance’s reaction this had to be the best thing in the entire universe.

“It’s only the best thing ever, dude,” Lance started to explain while taking Keith’s arm and pulling him in the direction of a big building.

“They only do this once or twice a year when they have family day for the freshmen and around finals for the really stressed out students so they don’t go all homicidal and stuff.” They entered the lecture hall and Lance directed them to a row in the back. “It’s basically just a short lecture about space and planets and what we do here at college but at the end they turn off the lights and project stars on the ceiling and walls. Dude…it’s the most beautiful thing ever. It will change you!” He gestured for Keith to sit down in one of the empty seats and sat next to him.

Hunk took the seat on Keith’s other side and Pidge sat next to Lance. It seemed like they were just in time because a man holding a mic entered the small stage. From the corner of his eyes Keith saw Pidge leaning over to Lance and whispering something into his ear. A moment later Lance bent forward so that Hunk and Keith could both hear him.

“Sorry guys, we’re gonna get Pidge more coffee. They are literally about to murder someone. We’ll be back in a minute.” With that they both left the room and Keith was alone with Hunk, which he didn’t mind that much. They had only exchanged a few sentences but Keith already liked the guy.

The man on the stage started talking about the importance of astronomy and explained the different subjects they were teaching. Unfortunately he had a really boring and monotone voice and Keith immediately zoned out. Thank God Hunk was there to keep him entertained.

“I know this stuff isn’t really interesting, especially not when he’s talking,” Hunk pointed in the direction of the stage. “But it’s really worth it. Lance didn’t exaggerate…well maybe a little… but it actually is crazy beautiful.”

“So you three all study astronomy?” Keith asked. This was his opportunity to learn a bit more about Lance and his friends without this nervous feeling he got around his soulmate. Hunk somehow managed to create an atmosphere around him that immediately made Keith feel comfortable.

“Yeah. It was actually Lance who got me into this stuff when we were younger. We met Pidge here on our first day. They are this crazy genius and got into college early. They are only sixteen but way ahead of most of the students here. Turned out they and their brother Matt live in the same building as me and Lance so we hung with them a couple of times and now we’re all basically besties for life.”

“Space nerds unite,” Keith said with a smile.

“Haha, yeah. Basically.”

“So… do you and Pidge wanna get into NASA too or is that only Lance?” Keith checked the stage for a second but the guy was still talking about boring stuff and Keith noticed that a few other people in the audience had started quiet conversations.

“Well Pidge is as good as in, let’s be real. Me… well. Of course NASA is the dream for almost everyone at this university and I would be thrilled… but I’m not as set as Lance if that makes sense. I feel like I could work anywhere as long as I’m close to my friends.” Hunk shrugged and knitted his brows in deep thought before he cleared his throat.

“Lance is working really hard for it though. You have no idea how many scholarships he had to apply for before he finally got a foot in. Didn’t stop him though.” He smiled and Keith could feel how proud he was of his friend. “You know, the first year was rough. He failed an important test two times and was sure they were gonna kick his ass but he studied harder than all of us and now he’s always in the top 5.”

“Wow. That’s really impressive,” Keith heard himself say and immediately wanted to slap himself. Way to sound like a high school fangirl, Kogane. Can we please think before we speak, brain?!

“Yeah it is.” Hunk sighed, unfazed by Keith’s inner distress. “It’s also really hard to watch sometimes though…”

Keith raised an eyebrow at him.

“Not the part where he’s top of the class, no. I mean how he gets there. You can’t imagine how many all-nighters the boy pulls during finals and he always pushes himself to get better. I mean it’s great that he’s improving but sometimes I wish he would allow himself a break.” He stiffened and gave a quick laugh. “I’m talking too much again, aren’t I. Sorry, this must be a weird first impression.”

Keith didn’t say anything for a while and chewed on his lower lip. “Is it really that bad? I mean… I haven’t noticed anything and finals are just around the corner right?” He thought back to the few times he’d seen Lance. He had always looked cheery and well… relaxed.

Hunk seemed to be pondering over his answer for a while. That’s when they heard the door behind them open slowly and Lance and Pidge slipped back into the room, Pidge holding a coffee cup in each hand. Hunk leaned over a bit and whispered just before the other two sat down. “Look at his eyes, he thinks we don’t notice…”

Keith had no idea what he meant by that and was staring at a spot on the floor absently when Lance waved his hand in front of his face to get him out of his trance. “Keith, buddy, my man. They’re about to start, don’t pass out on me now!”

Keith blushed a little and sat up straighter. “Yeah, sorry. Not passing out. Now, let’s see your space magic thing. Hope it’s as good as you made it sound.”

The boy next to him grinned from ear to ear. “Better.”

The crowd around them applauded loudly. Apparently the speech part was over and somebody dimmed the lights, making everyone go silent. It was now completely dark in the hall. Keith could feel his palms getting sweaty. Why was this taking so long? He swallowed hard.

He whispered, almost inaudible “Lance?” but in this exact moment they turned on the projectors and surprised ahhhhs and ohhhs could be heard through the entire room.

Keith threw his head back so quickly he almost hit it on his seat’s backrest.

Lance’s words hadn’t prepared him for what he was seeing now at all. It was truly just… beautiful. Thousands of little stars were dancing on the ceiling and the floor and just everywhere. He knew he was sitting in a boring lecture hall and he felt incredibly stupid for even thinking so but for a moment he really felt like he was in space. His heartbeat sped up and his eyes wander around the entire room so quickly he was almost getting sick.

Keith was trying to take it all in before it stopped. The stars danced around his fingertips as he raised his hand in front of his face and watched. He wasn’t even questioning how the whole thing worked it was just too… too everything. In a good way.

“Sooo, did I promise too much?” Lance suddenly whispered next to his ear.

Keith just shook his head and then turned it to smile at him. “No, you didn’t. This is great! Thanks for inviting me to this.” Lance smiled at him and then quickly turned his head to the ceiling again. Neither of them mentioned that it had actually been Hunk who invited Keith.

Keith was still staring at Lance’s face from the corner of his eyes, watching the stars being projected onto his skin and their reflections in his eyes. He looked so beautiful like this, it made Keith’s head spin. He wanted to say something, to tell Lance how pretty he was but he bit his tongue instead. Just friends he reminded himself.

That’s when he remembered Hunk’s words from earlier and looked at Lance’s eyes more closely. What was he supposed to see? The long eyelashes? The small freckles underneath them? The well blended but thick layer of… concealer? Something clicked in his brain. Hunk had mentioned that Lance wasn’t sleeping enough and pushing too hard. Of course he and many others were unable to tell if they didn’t know what to look for. Lance had covered up his dark circles almost perfectly. Almost… Keith turned his gaze to the ceiling again and frowned. Why was he pretending to be fine? It was normal to be tired around finals wasn’t it? Why was he trying to hide it?

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m afraid we have to end this now since our time is up,” a voice sounded from the front of the room. “Thank you all for coming and enjoy the rest of your day on campus.” They turned off the projectors and disappointment could be heard all around. Some classical song started to play and people started to shift but the lights were still out. Keith dug his nails into his palm and tried to breathe evenly. It’s fine, he tried to tell himself. They’re gonna turn them back on every second. Only they didn’t.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it appears we’re having some trouble back here. We’re sure everything will be fixed soon,” the voice echoed again. “Always a bit hard to find the light switch in the dark.” The voice said and gave a fake laugh. Some parents laughed as well. Keith didn’t. He gulped and pressed deeper into his seat.

He could feel Lance stir in the dark next to him and a hand touching his shoulder. “Keith? Are you okay?” Before Keith could even think of something to respond with the lights were finally turned back on. Keith let out a very deep breath he hadn’t noticed he was holding until now. He quickly unclenched his hands and turned his head to give Lance a small smile.

“All good, yes. I’m a bit sad it was over so quickly though.”

Lance looked at him questioningly for a second longer before he returned the smile. “Right? I wish they would do this more often!”

The group got up and headed out before the mass of people in the hall could block the aisles. The bright sunlight blinded Keith for a moment when they walked outside and he held up his helmet to shield his eyes. Someone walked into him from behind and he quickly turned around to apologize for stopping in the doorway but it was Lance he was looking at. An elderly woman complained about them being in her way and they stepped aside and walked a few feet to get away from the mass.

“Sorry for bumping into you,” Lance started, “It’s just,” he pointed at the helmet in Keith’s hand. “I didn’t notice before because I was so excited about the star thing but… did you bring your bike?” Hunk listened to their conversation and laughed looking at Lance now. Keith didn’t exactly understand what he thought was so funny and turned to Pidge for help but they were just quietly smiling at the whole scene.

“Ummm, yes? It’s how I got here. I don’t have a car, soo…” Keith shrugged a little lost.

“Awesome! I mean great. I mean...,” Lance scratched his head. “Can I see it?”

“Uhh, sure. I parked right over there.” Keith pointed over his shoulder. Lance didn’t even wait for the others. He was already on his way to the parking lot, almost running. When the others caught up with him he was inspecting Keith’s bike and admiring the details of the machine by almost touching it with his nose.

Hunk and Pidge seemed kind of impressed too and Hunk slapped Keith’s shoulder. “Sweet ride, Keith!” He joined Lance in walking around the bike to get a better look. “Lance mentioned you work at a workshop. Did you build this yourself?”

Keith nodded and then realised that Hunk wasn’t looking at him so he couldn’t see. “Yah, I did. It was the first project I did without Shiro’s help. Took me a while to find all the parts. I could get a better bike if I wanted but I’m kind of sentimental I guess.”

Lance nodded. “No I get it. It’s a bit like it’s your child, right? I mean… you made her.”

Keith smiled. “Yeah. I guess.”

Pidge gave a fake cough to get everyone’s attention and pointed at the bike. “If you’re finished drooling over that can we go get some food please?”

“That?” Keith repeated in a fake hurt tone.

“They’re secretly loving this more than Lance and me. You should see the stuff they build. We should visit you at your shop and just leave Pidge there for a few hours. They’d have the time of their life.” Hunk chuckled at the expression on Pidge’s face after his revelation.

 “Speaking of food though,” Lance looked at Keith and tilted his head, “We thought about grabbing a bite at Planet Altea. You in?”

Keith considered for a moment. He could spend some more time with them and get to know them better. He probably should. Shiro would tell him to… but he also really wanted to go home. The light incident had seriously freaked him out even if he didn’t want to show it. He’d rather calm down at home, alone, where he could stop pretending and no one would see what a mess he really was after such a small thing.

“Sorry, I need to leave. Shiro wants to visit an old friend of his and he’s dragging me along.” Lie. Shiro never dragged him anywhere Keith didn’t want to go. Apart of from that Shiro wasn’t even home right now.

Lance chewed his lower lip. “Ohh. Okay. We’ll text then?” The disappointed look on his face made Keith feel bad instantly.

“Yes definitely. It was really great. Thank you all for taking me.” Let me leave let me go.

Pidge and Hunk said goodbye and they watched Keith take off quickly. Lance waved one last time before he was out of sight, but Keith didn’t turn around to see it.

 Usually driving calmed him down but he felt himself get more anxious with every mile. He was glad he could finally take off the helmet when he arrived at his and Shiro’s place because he could breathe more freely instantly. He put the bike in the garage, unlocked the front door and took the elevator up to their floor. After hastily unlocking the front door and locking it after himself again, he immediately kicked off his boots and headed for his bedroom.  

He’d learned a few breathing techniques during his never ending counseling sessions and was really glad about that right now. After some minutes of leaning against his door he got his breathing under control. His thoughts however where still spinning, so he put his favourite playlist on shuffle and flopped down on his bed.

After a couple of songs Keith took out his phone to ask Shiro when he would be home and noticed he had gotten a few messages.

 (2:17pm): Hey, u ok?

(2:18pm): Getting kind of an anxious vibe over here?!

(2:20): Also thats an awful lot of emo music for someone who insists hes not emo ;)

 Shit. Sometimes he forgot the soulmate connection was a thing.

 (2:33pm): Sorry! Yes I’m good

There was an immediate response.

(2:33pm): U sure? Doesnt feel like it

(2:35pm): Idk

(2:36pm): Maybe not

(2:36pm): do you wanna talk? I can call u

Keith’s whole body tensed. Was he ready for that? Should he lie, maybe say he was tired and wanted to nap or something? Should he tell the truth? He frowned.

(2:37pm): I’m not… good at phone calls

(2:37pm): Np u can just listen and I’ll do the talkin

(2:39pm): that’d be ok?

Keith swallowed. Shiro probably wouldn’t be home for a while and he really needed to talk to someone. The question was if Lance was safe to talk to? Would it overstep the friendship line? Why could things never be easy…

 (2:42pm): yes, ok

 [Incoming call: Lance McClain]

More author’s notes:

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Yeah after 500 years I finally updated. I could explain at length why it took my so long but it comes down to this: I was stressed, I was depressed, I’m sorry but now it’s finally here! Hooray!

As always a big THANK YOU to @alteanmoonchild for being my beta and for reading every new draft and honestly telling me when what I wrote isn’t good so I can improve and grow. I love us working together on this <3

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