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“Are you feeling okay, Sweetheart?” Max gives your hand a gentle squeeze from where he’s sat across from you in the cozy black horse driven carriage bringing you to your new home of Dracul and the small action makes you look up at him with a soft smile.

“A little. I just…” You take a slow, deep breath, meeting his gaze. “Still have to process that I’ll never see Autumna ever again.” The sadness swimming in your soft orbs would have tugged on Max’s heart if it were able to beat, but the way your bottom lip starts to tremble hurts Max in a way he’s never felt before.

“I wouldn’t say never...” He frowns, bringing his free hand up to gently cup your cheek and keeping his gaze on yours. “I may be a literal monster, but I would never keep you away from the land in which you’ve come.”

“Really?” You whisper, your cheeks warm as you lean into the cool touch of his hand. The fact that he cares this much about you makes you slowly fall even more for him and you can see it in his eyes that he’s being genuine with his words.

“Absolutely. Any time you’re feeling you’d like to make a visit to Autumna, I will gladly assist you on that journey. I wish to be the best husband I can be for you Princess, not just a vampire you think you’re being forced to marry.” He smiles at you before leaning forward to press a soft peck to your lips, his thumb gently brushing away a stray tear from your cheek. “I care for you too much to keep you away from what makes you happy.”

“What if you make me happy too?” You sniffle, reaching up to card your fingers through his soft, brown locks as you gaze into his even softer brown orbs.

“Well then I’m glad I’m able to add on to that happiness, my Moon.”

“Moon?” Heat rushes to your cheeks at the new nickname, his smile spread wide as he gives his head a nod.

“Yes, because I first met you under the light of the moon.” He explains. “You looked so beautiful in that garden, with the way the moon shone down on you.”

He remembers it vividly. Your back was turned to him while you sat there admiring the flower you were focused on and he couldn’t quite see your face from the way your head was tilted and keeping it from his view, but then he spoke up after finding you sitting there alone and you finally looked in his direction. The way the moon had your face glowing in the most beauty enhancing way had him realizing that you are without a doubt the most breathtaking thing he’s ever laid eyes on. And then there was the red gown. Boy does he love how good red looks on you.

“Oh, Max…” You whisper, leaning forward to kiss him again, this time longer and with purpose. You love kissing Max, love having little reasons like these to just lean in and kiss him, to capture his lips and pour every ounce of your adoration for him into it.

It’s only been two and a half days since your departure from Autumna and yet the two of you have shared quite a few moments like this, pouring your hearts out to one another even when his own doesn’t beat. He knew earning your trust ahead of time was going to work in both your favor, especially in circumstances of romance, so it’s why he decided to do so.

Max deepens the kiss, his strong arms grabbing a hold of you from around the waist and pulling you off your seat until you’re sitting comfortably on his lap. Your arms immediately slip around his neck, your fingers moving to run through the hair at the nape of it as you slip your tongue into his mouth, searching for his own. Max groans into the kiss before slowly pulling back and pressing his forehead to yours. “You okay with this, Princess?”

“It’s just making out...” You murmur, giving his bottom lip a light nip. “Besides, I’d rather our first time be in our bed and not during a bumpy carriage ride.”

Max chuckles, giving his head an amused shake before kissing you again, his arms holding you flush against his chest while your tongues explore each other’s mouths.

You can mildly taste the remnants of iron on his tongue, obviously from his most recent feed. It was interesting watching him sip from a thermos full of blood. The way he licked his lips after, savoring the taste of his meal. You’d be lying if you say it didn’t turn you on in the slightest of ways, but obviously you won’t tell Max that little fact. Yet.

You shift closer on his lap until your hips are pressing firm against his own, your fingers now lost in his mocha locks as you lightly scratch your nails along his scalp, earning yourself a pleased groan in return. You smile into the kiss, pulling away from Max’s lips after a long moment and moving to start kissing along his jaw, tips of your fingers now trailing across his neck.

“Mmmm Princess…” He sighs delightedly at your touch, never having experienced one so gentle, so human, when it comes to intimacy. In the past when Max slept with an undead woman from Dracul, they were always on the rough side of things. You? You’re the total opposite and he savors that about you, amongst other things.

“Yes, Prince Max?” You hum, kissing up toward the shell of his ear and teasingly flicking your tongue against it. “Are you enjoying this, my husband-to-be?”

“Very much so, beautiful. I’ve…” He bites his lip, running his hands up and along your sides. “Never felt a touch quite like yours before.”

“I want you to touch me too, Max… I’m all yours now.” You murmur into his ear, smiling when he pulls you backwards to gaze down at him from where you’re sitting on his lap. “Undo this dress and take this stupid corset off me so I can feel your hands on me, Prince Max.”

Max happily obliges, reaching around to unzip the back of your dress and letting it slip from around your chest to pool at your waist. His hands swiftly get your corset undone and tossed to the side, and the sharp inhale of breath you take once it’s removed makes him furrow his brow in concern. “You okay, beautiful?”

“I hate those stupid things.” You huff and take another deep breath to feed your lungs, Max only letting out a soft chuckle.

“Corsets?” He guesses.

“Yes. They’re so uncomfortable and I hate wearing them.” You pout at him, taking in a sudden gasp as Max starts flicking his tongue against one of your nipples.

“So stop wearing them.” He suggests with a smirk, bringing a hand up to cup and squeeze your other breast while his lips wrap around the hardening nub of the one his tongue is playing with.

A content sigh leaves your mouth at the feeling of his hands and mouth on you, your back arching into his touch as you give his hair a slight tug. “Fuck… If not wearing corsets anymore means having your mouth on me like this at any given moment, then I’ll burn every damn corset I own.” Max elicits a moan from you as he gives your nipple a hard nip and suck, his other hand moving around to grab your ass.

“I like the sound of that, Princess. I do enjoy the easy access.” He teases, pinching and pulling on your nipple with his one hand while his tongue laps at the other. “You have such exquisite breasts, my wife-to-be. Hopefully one day you’ll trust me enough to drink from them...” He muses in a low tone, circling his tongue around your nipple and giving it another suck. You know what he means by that and part of you lowkey really really wants it because fuck, he looks so sexy with his mouth on you like this.

“I do…” You gasp, tangling your fingers in his hair now. Max pauses, looking up from where his mouth is wrapped around your nipple. You meet his gaze with a bite to your lip, giving your head a reassuring nod. Of course you trust him. If Max wanted to hurt you in a way to spite your mother he’d have done it by now.

You can see it in the way he looks at you that his intentions to marry you are far from harmful. Perhaps he actually wants this. He may be a vampire, but that doesn’t mean he can’t feel what it’s like to be in love with someone as full of life as you, the most beautiful human he’s laid eyes on too. “You have my consent to drink from any part of my body, Max… I trust and know that you won’t lose control and turn me. If you wanted me changed you’d have done it already.”

Max pulls away for a moment to gaze up at you, his smile wide as he reaches up to gently stroke your cheek with his thumb, a single tear of blood welling in one of his eyes as he lets out an almost breathy laugh. “There are many places I desire to drink from you, Princess...and I’m happy to start with these beauties.” He gently squeezes at your breast with his one hand, pulling a needy whimper from you while he continues to gaze up at you as you straddle him. “Thank you for trusting me with your life, beautiful.”

“Of course…” You whisper, leaning down to lightly lick away the tear that escaped his vision and slipped down his cheek. Max groans at the unexpected action and you feel the twitch of his cock beneath you as you start to pull back. “Oops?” Your gaze drops to where his hard-on is pressing against you just beneath the fabric of your dress, Max grunting in response.

“I wasn’t expecting you to lick the tear of blood off my face. You know what that’ll do to you right?” He smirks, leaning in to kiss and nip at the flesh of your breast. When you shake your head no with a quiet but content sigh, he continues. “Even just a single drop of my blood consumed by a human will heighten their senses, increase strength, cause hallucinations, and even help with sexual experiences...” His fangs start to protrude at the very moment “experiences” leaves his mouth, and the sight has your heart racing in your chest. Not out of fear, but excitement. Max hears it and hesitates just as his fangs are pressed to the sensitive skin of your breast. “Your heart…”

“It’s a good heart race, not a nervous one.” You reassure, carding your fingers through his hair again. He nods with a smile, leaning up to steal a quick kiss before bringing his fangs right back to where they started. You watch as he sinks them into one of the blood vessels of your breast, your fingers clutching in his hair as you gasp and arch your back at the sharp feeling of his fangs as they pierce into you. “Mmmmm oh Max, that feels...good.” You declare, gasping again as he starts to drink from you.

A low moan escapes your parted lips at the sensation of his tongue lapping up your blood while his mouth keeps a firm suck to keep it flowing. He was right about one thing, that drop of blood you licked is definitely enhancing every one of your senses. And you can feel the throb starting between your thighs which you know Max will notice soon enough once he catches the scent of your arousal. “Max…”

“Mmmm.” He hums against your breast, relishing the taste of your blood on his tongue as he swallows every drop. He pulls off after a moment before lapping at your fresh wounds. “Such a delicacy, you are… Thank you for letting me have a taste.” He kisses at your breast before sinking his fang into his wrist and using the blood to heal the wounds on your chest. His feed was quick, but that’s because he only just sipped on that thermos of blood not too long before now. He just wanted a nice little sample taste of you.

“That was...an experience I’ve never thought I’d have in my life.” You bite your lip with a smile, watching as Max’s blood makes the fang marks disappear as though they were never there in the first place. It’s an interesting thing to watch for sure. “But I’m glad you enjoyed it, my Prince. There’s more where that came from.”

“Yeah?” He asks with a breathy laugh, moving to trail kisses along your collarbone. “Did you enjoy having me drink from you?” His hands move to grip both your breasts, giving them a firm squeeze.

“Yes.” You gasp, arching into the icy touch of his hands. You’re surprised by how turned on having Max drink from your breasts has made you and judging by how blown your pupils are as he gazes up at you, he can tell too. You drop your hands to start pulling the fabric of your dress up your thighs, keeping eye contact with Max as you slowly expose the scent of your arousal to his senses.

His eyes quickly dart down to your soaked panties when he picks up on your scent and immediately a low groan rumbles through his chest. “So you truly did enjoy my drinking from your delectable breasts… Look how wet you are already.” He muses, rubbing his thumb along your clothed slit and eliciting a soft whimper from you.

“Yes, Max. I-- I really enjoyed watching you.” You rock your hips against his hand, needing some sort of friction to ease the ache in your core because that drop of his blood really does have you painfully needy for him after experiencing that. You still stand by what you said about wanting your first time to be in a bed and not this carriage, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have Max’s face buried between your thighs to feast on something else. “I need you.” Another whimper escapes you and Max’s gaze immediately flicks back up at you.

“I thought--”

“Your mouth, not what’s pressing hard against my thigh…” You pout, shifting your hand down to start rubbing at his erect cock through his pants. “I’ll fix this once I’m finished cumming on your face and tongue.” You smile when you feel his cock twitch again and in a flash he has you back on your seat across from his with your dress flipped up over your now wide-spread legs. You gasp at how quick the whole movement is and you hum in content as his hands slowly caress the soft skin of your thighs, his gaze set on your clothed sex as he kneels before you.

“I told you vampire blood would do this to you.” He teases with a small smirk, gripping at the waistband of your panties and giving them a hard tear in two, completely destroying the fabric as he rips it off you. The action has you gasping with need. “Tell me what you need, Princess…” He coos as if reading your mind, dropping his head to breathe in the scent of your arousal, all for and because of him. He wants to hear it from your lips first before he indulges in the juices of your sweet cunt. He wants to hear how bad you need his mouth and tongue on you.

“Fuck.” You gasp, holding your bunched up dress against your stomach so you can see him while he’s settled between your thighs, just mere moments from giving you what you finally need. He’s still only waiting for you to answer before proceeding. “Need you to put that mouth on me and show me how much better orgasms are from a vampire...”

Max groans, getting a firm grasp on your thighs before diving right in and licking along your drenched cunt, lapping at your wetness before burying his tongue inside you and flicking it around with fervor, eating your sweet cunt as though it’s his final meal. The sounds you make for him has him painfully hard, but he ignores his own discomfort to help ease you of yours, wanting more than anything to make you cum like you’ve never cum before.

He doesn’t need to pull away to breathe at all, so he’s using that to his advantage by licking and fucking you with his tongue until you’re crying his name and blessing his taste buds with the taste of your sweet release. He retracts his tongue so he can move to start sucking on your clit, humming against your folds when your fingers find his hair and give it a small tug.

“Oh Max.” You moan as he expertly feasts on your cunt, your hips bucking and fingers tightening in his hair as the coil burning in the pit of your belly only grows hotter. “Just...like that… Fuck, don’t stop.” You whimper, watching with parted lips as he flicks his tongue against your clit a few times before sucking it back into his mouth and working you toward your nearing release. “Oh yes, like that!”

He groans against your folds, not stopping his licks and sucks on your clit as he brings two fingers to your dripping entrance and slowly pushes them into your warm center. The moan he elicits from you at the way he curls his fingers inside of you against a newfound sweet spot has his cock throbbing and he has to restrain himself from dropping his free hand to rub himself. “You taste better than any drop of blood I’ve had in my life. Are you gonna cum for me, Sweetheart?” He murmurs, thrusting his fingers in and out of you in quick fashion while his mouth wraps back around your clit to suck you toward your release.

You’re writhing beneath his mouth as he coaxes you closer to that edge you’re so close to reaching, his words of truly how good you taste earning another moan from your lips. You rapidly nod your head while holding his gaze, your eyes heavily lidded as you bite down hard on your bottom lip. “Fuck yes, Max I’m so close…” You cry out at his sudden addition of a third finger and him forcing all three digits against that same sweet spot he only just found moments prior, your head falling back as you clench and cum hard around his fingers and your own fingers in his hair are fisting so tightly that it feels as though you might rip his hair right from his skull. “Oh, Max!”

“That’s it, beautiful. Let go for me.” He groans against your clit, moving his tongue to where your release is dripping out of you and drenching his fingers. “Fuck, you taste so good.” He growls, removing his fingers from inside you and replacing them with his tongue instead, lapping up your release while his thumb moves to rub harsh circles on your clit and trigger another Earth shattering orgasm from you.

He moans when more of your cum flows onto his tongue and the way you cry out his name as your second orgasm takes over you has him almost animalistic. His grip on your thighs are tight as he works his tongue in a way you’ve never felt before, it’s a feeling you quite honestly never want to end and you know there will be bruises there tomorrow. Not that you mind at all. His eyes are darker than they’ve been so far and you’re pretty sure you already know he’s going to want to feast on you like this a lot more often now.

“Fuck, you look so good like this Max… Face buried between my thighs while you devour my sweet folds and drink up my cum as though it’s your absolute favorite meal.” Your words make him groan against you and the feeling of the vibrations straight to your core has you bucking against his face with an overstimulated whimper.

Max finally pulls back, his mouth and chin covered in your release as he gives you a satisfied smirk. “You are my favorite meal.” He licks his lips to gather up what small bit of cum is left on them before swiping his fingers along his chin and sticking them in his mouth to suck them clean. He won’t let a single drop go to waste.

“Fuck.” You breathe out as you watch him, grabbing him by the front of his vest and pulling him in for a searing kiss, moan leaving your throat at the taste of yourself on his tongue. The kiss becomes even more heated and it’s not long until he’s pressed so close to you that you can feel his erection hard against you. One of your hands drops to start rubbing at his tented pants and it elicits a guttural moan from his throat. You break the kiss after a moment, giving his bottom lip a gentle nip and suck. “Let me fix this, my love…”

He grins at the name of affection, gazing down at you before nodding and moving to sit on his seat across from you, his hands already working at getting his belt and pants undone to free his aching cock from its confinements. He gives himself a few strokes, watching as you kneel before him and swirl your tongue in circles around his angry red tip. He immediately releases his length, letting you wrap your hand around it instead and give even harder strokes as you take him in your mouth and start sucking him off. “Fuck, your mouth feels nice and warm, Princess.”

You hum around him in response, letting your head bob up and down his length while you continue stroking what you can’t quite yet reach. You’re not sure what you were expecting, but it wasn’t for him to be this big. Can I even take all of this in my mouth and throat?! You choke out a moan when the carriage hits a particularly bumpy part of the road and sends his cock further toward the back of your throat, ultimately answering your question. Your hands move to get a grip on his legs so you can keep yourself steady, tongue swirling along the underside of his cock.

You hear the choked groan that rumbles through his chest when he hits the back of your throat and you know just by the sound of it that he enjoyed it. You pull back enough so you can flick your eyes up to meet his gaze for a moment, giving him a quick wink before breathing in deep through your nose and taking his whole length back into your mouth and down your throat, pausing just as your nose is pressing against his intricately trimmed pubic hairs.

“Fuck.” He groans in surprise at the action, dropping his hand to tangle his fingers in your hair and keep a firm grip on it. His pupils are blown wide as he watches you stay with him down your throat for longer than just a few seconds, silently wondering to himself if you’re going to pull away at some point so you can actually catch your breath.

When you make no move in pulling off his length and instead swallow around him multiple times in a row, Max lets out a groan and uses his grip on your hair to pull you off him himself. He takes in the sight of your swollen, drool covered lips as you gaze back at him and he can’t help but to smile at you in awe. “Look at you...so eager to have me down your throat.”

“Mmmm…” You lick your lips, dipping your head so you can trail your tongue along the underside of his shaft. “I want to make you feel good… Am I making you feel good, Prince Max?” You murmur, leaving a chaste kiss to the head of his cock. You want him to feel good, to feel as close to good that he made you feel. You’ve decided that he’s definitely got the best tongue on the planet. So...skilled. And you hope to make him feel the same way about you when it comes to your mouth.

“Yes, Princess. So good...” He groans deeply, squeezing his fingers in your hair. “More than good, baby… Making me feel better than I’ve felt before.” He watches as your mouth twitches up into a smirk and he’s moaning again the moment your lips wrap back around him, taking him inch by inch in and down your throat. You hum and swirl your tongue around the base of his cock a bit, nuzzling your nose against his chocolate brown curls. “Yes...just like that, baby. Best mouth I’ve ever felt. Fuck.” His praising words have you moaning around him and the vibrations only help to send him spiraling closer to his release. “Gonna cum, Sweetheart.”

At his confession you immediately start bobbing your head quickly, one hand gripping tight on his pant leg while the other reaches to cup and massage his balls. His continued moans and praises of how good you are and feel only spur you on more, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you hollow your cheeks and start sucking him off with purpose. You moan around him again, sending those delicious vibrations through him once more and triggering thick spurts of cum to spill down your throat.

“Fuck, honey so good… So good to me.” He keeps his hold on your hair as he helps guide you along his length, groaning at the way your throat contracts around his cock when you swallow around him, drinking up his cum as it fills your mouth and throat. “So pretty like this… Pleasuring your husband-to-be with that hot mouth.”

You moan again, slowly pulling off his length after swallowing everything he has to give and looking up at him with a cock drunk smile as you carefully tuck him back into his pants. “‘m gonna pleasure you for the rest of my existence, my love.” You murmur, moving off the floor to straddle his lap again and slip your arms around his neck, leaning forward to gently rub your nose against his. “I love hearing how good I make you feel…love feeling the way your cock throbs in my mouth when I take you down my throat.”

“Creator you are perfect. So perfect…” He groans, cupping your face in his hands and pulling you in for a deep kiss, his tongue swiping along your bottom lip looking for entrance. He smiles when you part your lips for him with a quiet moan, licking into your mouth and getting a good taste of himself on your tongue as he diligently flicks his own against it.

Max hums when he finally breaks the kiss, his hands dropping to your waist and rubbing along your exposed skin. “You should get some rest, beautiful. It’s been a long day and it’s almost nightfall.” He peeks out of the crimson curtains covering the windows, seeing in the distance how the sun is quickly setting on the horizon.

“Mmm okay...but I wanna stay just like this.” You murmur sleepily as you nuzzle your face against the crook of his neck, your eyes still fluttered shut from the kiss you just shared. You’re content in sleeping exactly where you are in his lap and you hope he’s as okay with it as you are.

You get your answer when his arms move to wrap around you, holding you against his chest for a warm embrace as he murmurs a soft “Sleep well, my Moon” in your ear, your lips tugging into a content smile while you slowly drift into slumber.

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Princeeeeeeess...

Come on, beautiful girl... Wake up...

That’s it, baby... Move those eyes... Come back to me, you can do it...

Wake up, Princess... You’re almost there... So close to waking for me...

Follow my voice... I know you can hear it...

“Open your eyes for me, sweet girl.” Max’s voice is low in your ear, but it’s enough to finally break you from unconsciousness and get your eyes opened. He’s gazing down at you with an adoring smile when you look up at him, your head still resting comfortably against his shoulder as he brushes your hair from your face.

He hasn’t moved an inch since you fell asleep, just sat here and stared at your beautiful face while simultaneously enjoying your warmth the whole time. Even traced all sorts of shapes along your arm and shoulders. He loves to just sit here and admire you while you sleep and he plans on doing it every chance he gets.

“Mmmm is it morning already?” You mumble tiredly, which Max smiles and nods at before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Yes, beautiful. And your stomach has been growling for the past hour, so I think we should stop at the nearest village and get you something to eat. We’ve still got a few long days ahead of us.” He gently brushes some hair out of your face and the look of awe in your eyes as you gaze up at him has him chuckling softly.

“Thank you. I am pretty hungry now that you mention it.” You giggle and lean up to press a quick appreciative kiss to his lips, humming when he immediately returns it. You pull back after a moment, reaching up to gently brush your thumb against his cheekbone. “Let me get myself fixed up while you communicate our plans with the driver, yeah?”

“Of course.” Max chuckles, giving you one more quick kiss before helping you off his lap and sitting you on the seat beside him so you can get your dress pulled back up over your chest. He moves across to the other side of the carriage and slides open the small doors used to communicate with the driver just outside. “Andrew go ahead and stop at the next village so we can get your future Princess something to eat.”

“You got it, Your Highness. Should be a few more hours or so till we reach the next village. I’ll signal when we’re close.”

“Thank you, Andrew.” Max closes the doors again and turns to face you once more, smiling when he sees you reaching behind yourself to get your zipper pulled up. “Here, let me honey.” He moves to sit beside you, motioning for you to turn your back toward him so he can get the rest of the zipper pulled all the way up. He notices the corset is still discarded on the floor and with a small smirk as he gets the zipper zipped into place, he leans forward to press a trail of kisses along your shoulder blades, both his hands reaching around to give your breasts a tender squeeze through your dress. “Comfortable, beautiful?”

You sigh in content and relax against him at his tender touch, giving your head a few small but noticeable nods. “Mmmm very much so. Thanks for allowing me to be improper.” Your mother never let you go without a corset. No matter how uncomfortable you told her they made you. All she cared about was propriety, not your overall well being.

“Vampires don’t care about human propriety, really.” He chuckles, nuzzling his nose in your hair against the spot just behind your ear. “Besides, I did say I enjoy the easy access.” He muses in a teasing manner, letting his hands fall to your waist so he can pull you to rest more comfortably against his chest. If the nearest village is still a few hours out, Max is more than happy to spend those hours just like this. He’s never been more comfortable himself in his life.

You hum as you nuzzle your head against the crook of his neck, hands grabbing his own and slipping his arms further around your waist so you can rest your intertwined hands over your tummy. “Mmmm so a few hours till the next village, he said?” You ask with a smile, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand as he gives you a hum in response. “Can we stay just like this?”

“I was planning on it, beautiful.” Max smiles, pressing a kiss to your temple and giving you a gentle squeeze around the waist. “Love holding you like this… having you wrapped in my arms so I can enjoy your warmth. You are so very comforting for me, sweet girl.”

“Am I?” You grin, tilting your head to press a loving kiss to the underside of his jaw. “Nothing makes me happier knowing I can be a comfort place for you, handsome. I want you to be able to come to me after having a particularly bad day and just be able to relax in the warmth of my embrace.”

“I’d love that, really.” He murmurs, nuzzling his nose in your hair again. “I’ve never felt a warmth quite like yours before, Princess. Nor a touch as gentle. It’s something I’ve craved for a very long time and am more than grateful to have found in you.”

“It’s a human thing, I think.” You giggle, absentmindedly tracing your thumb along the back of his hand in the shape of several small hearts.

“No.” The tenderness in his tone catches your full attention, all movement of your thumb paused as you listen to what else on his mind he wants to say. “It’s a you thing. I’ve encountered many humans in my centuries of life, but none of them were quite like you. The warmth you exude is beyond human factor, there’s a more personal and internal warmth you hold that spreads into an external love and gentleness… Something I love most about you. Despite the things you didn’t quite enjoy that your mother put you through over the years, you still come out strong, collected, and ever-so-loving to those who matter most to you.”

“You...you really mean that, Max?” You whisper, turning your head so you can look at him as you rest it against his shoulder, eyes brimming with tears as you look at your incredibly loving husband-to-be. No male has ever spoken such loving words to you in the past, but then again…Max isn’t just your typical man. You’re coming to realize he’s much much better than any ordinary human male you’ve ever encountered in Autumna.

“Every word, beautiful. No charm effect being used here. All one hundred percent from my unbeating heart.” He leans in mid chuckle to kiss you, moving one of his hands up from where it rests intertwined with your soft ones to cup your cheek and pull you in for a tender kiss, using his thumb to brush away the few stray tears that escaped your vision. “I could never say such things to you and not mean them, Princess. I respect you enough to never lie to you in that way. The only thing I’ve lied to you about was my true identity when we first met in the garden those few nights ago and that’s it. Everything else I speak is one hundred percent honesty.”

“Oh, Max…” You whisper, gazing up into his chocolate orbs as he gives you a warm smile. “What did I do to deserve a divine creature such as yourself?” You ponder aloud and that makes Max grin wide, brushing his thumb along your bottom lip now.

“I could ask myself the same thing…” He muses, eyes flicking over each inch of your face for a few moments to admire the way you look up at him before leaning in to kiss you deeply, fingers now buried in the hair at the nape of your neck as he pulls you impossibly closer to him.

Max would definitely be kissing you the whole ride back to Dracul if he could, indulge in the way your warm lips feel molded against his cold ones in a passionate or even heated kiss…but you still need to breathe and not pass out from lack of oxygen, so he can’t quite do that, much to his dismay. He’s happy, though, with how often he’s been able to kiss you so far. It’s certainly good enough for now in his book.

You yourself absolutely wish you could kiss him more often too, wish you could just keep your lips melted into his own and kiss him until your lungs give out. There’s just something about the way Max kisses you that has you craving for more. Perhaps it’s the fact that he’s centuries old and has more than enough experience kissing a woman.

“Max...” You murmur into the kiss, adjusting your position on his lap so you’re sitting a little more straight and level with his face. “Please don’t stop kissing me,” you whisper after receiving a hum in response, smiling when his hold around you tightens and he kisses you with a little more fervor.

“Won’t stop until you tell me to stop… You’re the one who needs to breathe.” He chuckles and kisses you again with an intensity you haven’t experienced even once in your life before now. It’s a way you want to be kissed for the rest of your existence and by Prince Max and Prince Max alone.

You spend the entire way to the closest village kissing Max, alternating between heated passionate kisses and trailing your lips along the length of his jaw and neck, leaving light nips in their wake which elicit satisfied sighs from him. You love the human reactions you pull from him, the gasps and sighs that he doesn’t even need to let out, but still does to show you how good you make him feel. You could listen to it for hours.

When the carriage comes to a stop you let out a protesting whine, not wanting to get off of Max’s lap just yet. You’re just so comfortable in his embrace. The door swings open after a few moments and you scrunch your face as you allow yourself to adjust your eyes to the blinding sunlight outside. Blinking a few times, you smile down at Max. “Thank goodness for those magical rings you wear otherwise you’d both be turned to ash right now.” You know all about the spells that were put on jewelry for the vampires of Dracul, giving them the opportunity to go out into the sun without bursting into flames.

“Mmm perks of knowing witches when you’re a vampire.” He chuckles, brushing his thumb against your cheekbone and leaning in to steal one more quick kiss. “Come on. Let’s get you something to eat, you must be starved.”

“Just about.” You giggle, climbing off of his lap and exiting the carriage with a thankful smile to Andrew. “Thank you, Andrew. We shouldn’t be too long grabbing me something to eat, so we should be on our merry way to Dracul very soon.”

“You are quite welcome, Your Highness. You take your time eating, no rush. Perhaps you can grab some things to bring with you for the ride back, that way our stops can be less.” He suggests with a smile and you only nod in return.

“I think that can be managed.” You smile as Max slips an arm around your waist, giving your back a small rub. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s get some food in that stomach of yours. We’ll be back in no more than ten minutes, Andrew.” He states before leading you away from the carriage and into the village.

You notice the closer to the center of the market you get that some people are whispering amongst themselves and glancing over in your direction and you can’t help but to wonder if it’s about you or Max. Perhaps Max, since he is quite a well known prince around these parts and those surrounding. Everyone knows about Prince Max Phillips from Dracul. You anxiously chew your lip nonetheless, hoping to yourself that no one is bold enough to try anything on him considering what he is.

“Ah, Prince Max! Long time no see.” A very well dressed man approaches the two of you and you can see the welcoming look in his eyes as he sticks his hand out to give Max’s a shake. Must be the King? He turns to look at you next, a genuine smile on his face as he moves to bow at you. Kings do that? “And you must be Princess Y/N of Autumna, his bride-to-be. It is quite an honor to meet the daughter of one of the most ruthless Queens I’ve ever met.” He chuckles at that, noticing the way your head nods in agreement.

“Oh quite ruthless she is. She stops at nothing to make sure we have one of the best and strongest armies to defend our kingdom from those who try to attack us.” You smile, giving your head a tilt as you look up at him. “How did you know it was me?” You ask curiously, to which he chuckles and smiles.

“Prince Max here talked all about you the last time he stopped in. Told me how he was going to be marrying the Queen of Autumna’s daughter for a settlement of peace between your two kingdoms. Quite honestly, I don’t blame him.”

You furrow your brows at that, wondering what he means by it, seeing as though your mother was the one to marry you off to Max, but still you smile and give your head another nod. “Yeah, I suppose my mother could be a danger to the vampires… But now that I’ll be marrying Max, neither side has to worry about any sort of danger from the other.”

“That you are correct, my love.” Max smiles down at you, sliding his hand along the center of your back. “I won’t let a thing happen to you nor your home kingdom and our army in Dracul will be proud to stand alongside Autumna’s in any case.” He looks back over at the King and gives him another smile. “We stopped in to grab some food for her to eat for our long journey home. Figured since we’re among peace ourselves, here was the perfect place to come.” Did he know this was the nearest village when he communicated with Andrew to stop here?

“Well it’s quite honorable to have you pop in, Prince Max. It’s good to see you. The market is free to your dispense as well as the tavern if your lovely bride-to-be here is itching for a nice warm meal.”

You look up at Max with hopeful eyes at that. “A warm meal does sound nice.” You bite your lip and he chuckles softly in response.

“Anything for you, Princess. Let’s stop at the tavern first and then we can make our way through the market on the way back to the carriage.” He gives the King one final nod before leading you away toward the tavern just up the street a bit. He opens the door and leads you inside by the small of your back, guiding you over toward an empty table in one of the corners and helping you to sit down. “I’m gonna go see what’s on the menu for the day, it smells to me like they’re cooking up some beef stew back there.”

“I’ll have that, actually.” You smile, thinking to yourself how grateful you are that vampires basically have super senses. Made your decision on what to eat that much easier. “Thank you, Max.” You hum when he leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips, thumb brushing against your cheekbone as he pulls back with a smile.

“Of course, honey. I’m gonna go tell them you’d like a nice big bowl of their stew. You sit tight.” He quickly shuffles away to go put in your order, chatting up with the man at the bar for a minute before coming back over and taking a seat beside you. “Food will be out in a few, my love. Along with a nice cold water. All paid for thanks to the kind owner of the tavern.”

“Mmm thank you. I am quite parched.” You admit, tucking your head against the crook of his neck and lacing your fingers with his beneath the table. “How about you? Do you need to eat? When’s the last time you fed?” You ask with genuine concern, not wanting him to put your needs before his own. His own nutrient intake is just as important as yours.

“Hmmm…” He hums in thought. “A few hours before I woke you from your slumber, I believe. Should probably drink something on the way back to Dracul when we leave here.” He smiles down at you, noticing the way your brows are furrowed as you gaze up at him.

“No. That’s too long without feeding. You…you can drink from me.” You bite your lip, watching as his eyebrows raise at your suggestion. “My wrist will do just fine, right?” You murmur, shuffling further into the privacy of your booth and pulling him with you, thankful that there are walls behind each set of seats at each booth to provide privacy to those dining at the tavern.

“Right here?” He licks his lips, loving the idea of dining on your blood but not wanting to be seen on the off chance that someone might complain. Most humans aren’t comfortable watching a vampire feed on another human, even if it’s offered and consented. “If someone sees…”

“No one will if you’re quick.” You smirk, slowly lifting one of your hands and placing your wrist right up against his lips. “Drink, my love and you’ll feel a lot better when you’re done.” You bite your lip again, batting your eyelashes at him in anticipation of his next move. You want him to drink from you, not only because you’re concerned about his lack of feeding but also because it’s one of the hottest things to watch.

“Alright. If you say so, sweet girl.” He smiles before sinking his fangs into your wrist, drinking up the blood spilling from your veins with a deep satisfied groan. He absolutely loves the taste of your blood, it quite honestly being his utmost favorite through all of his existence because of its pure sweetness, one he’s never had the pleasure of tasting before. You’re truly one of a kind to him.

When he’s had enough, he slowly retracts his fangs from within your skin and laps at your seeping wounds, pricking at his thumb to draw a small amount of blood so he can heal the ones on your wrist. “So thirst quenching, Princess…” He sighs, licking up the remainder of your blood dripping down at your arm before moving to kiss you softly, his hand cupping your face and pulling you closer. “Thank you.”

You smile when he leans in for a kiss, hands finding his own face and deepening it as he pulls you a little closer. “You’re welcome. Handsome vamps need to eat too.” You giggle, kissing him once more and slipping your tongue inside his mouth this time, a low moan escaping you when you get a taste of your blood remaining on his tongue as he flicks it against yours.

Max smirks at your moan, slowly pulling away from the kiss and brushing his fingers along your cheek. “Tastes good, doesn’t it? ...You’ve got the sweetest blood I’ve ever had the honor of tasting in all of my existence.” He groans as he savors the remnants of it on his tongue, relishing in the fact that you’re so willing to let him feed from you.

“Mmm wouldn’t be the first time I’ve tasted my own blood.” You smirk back at him, leaning into the touch of his fingers as he cups your jaw with them. You can see the interest swimming in his eyes as he stares into your own, as if asking you to elaborate on the fact you just shared. “Always suck on paper cuts when I get them… Curiosity always gets the best of me.”

“Hmmm… You always manage to surprise me, baby. What’s next? Gonna tell me you have a blood kink?” His words are a tease, but he doesn’t miss the way your face heats up at his question and the sudden increased rate of your heart. He smirks wide when you give your bottom lip a bite, looking up at him with eyes that hold your answer without having to verbally say it. “You do have a blood kink… Oh honey, now that’s your biggest surprise yet.”

“I’m full of surprises, handsome. These are things my mother knows not about me...she’d flip her lid if she ever found out I want to have sex in a bath filled with blood.” Now it’s your turn to smirk, watching as Max’s eyes darken with lust. You can tell already that he really enjoys the sound of that idea.

“Oh yeah? I can make that happen, baby. Soon as we return to Dracul.” He promises before kissing you again, only pulling away when the sound of a polite throat clearing catches both your attention after a moment.

You both look over to see a woman setting your food and drink down on the table and you find your cheeks heating up with slight embarrassment as you glance down at your lap. You were just kissing. It’s not like she caught him drinking from you or heard the conversation you were just having. You look up again and give her a kind smile. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome. Enjoy.” She smiles before walking off, chuckling to herself at your embarrassed demeanor over her catching you two kissing.

Immediately you start eating your stew, a pleased groan erupting from your throat as the beefy goodness hits your taste buds. It’s been a while since you had a good beef stew, so you take your time in eating it to enjoy every bite. Once you’re finished eating you sip down the entire glass of water, finishing off with a satisfied “ahhh” as you push your empty dishes to the side.

“Good?” Max chuckles, happy that you finally got something in your stomach after a good day of not eating. He smiles when you hum in response to his question, leaning over to press a soft peck to your cheek. “Ready to stop by the market to grab you some food for the rest of the ride back?”

“Yes please.” You smile right back, allowing him to help you out of your seat and lead you out of the tavern. As you make your way down the cobblestone road headed toward the market, you feel a sudden sense of unease wash over you, a feeling you don’t have very often.

You look around you with a weary eye, not really seeing anyone that may be acting suspicious toward you, just people going about their day like they probably do on the normal, so you just shrug it off as a phantom feeling and continue walking alongside Max. There are lots of people out today, most of them at the market to stock up on their weekly dinners and it makes you smile to see how happy and at peace they all look. The King must really treat them well.

“See anything you like, grab it. I want to make sure you’re well fed.” Max declares in a warm tone, one contrary to a touch of his ice cold hand against your cheek. His touch may be gentle, but it is in no way warm. “I’ve got it covered, my beautiful wife-to-be.” There it is. That gentle cupping of your face which simultaneously helps to cool off the burn up of your cheeks from the use of one of his many endearing pet names for you. You love the pet names he has for you, always switching it up and not just sticking with one, leaving you feeling like the most adored woman on the planet.

“Thank you, Max.” You whisper, leaning up to steal a quick featherlight kiss before pulling away and starting to grab some different foods from the market. There’s not much you can choose from that doesn’t require some sort of cooking or refrigeration, so you decide on a few pre-sliced loaves of bread, a bushel of bananas, a few oranges, and a nice heap of sweet sweet pastries. You smile up at Max once he’s finished paying for all the food, his chuckle from your choice of foods making you giggle. “What? Can’t really grab any meat or anything without a way to cook it.”

“I know. That’s just a lot of sweets.” He chuckles again, leading you back toward where Andrew is parked with the carriage waiting for you to return from your venture.

“Mmm well, gotta keep my blood nice and sweet for you, my loving husband-to-be.” You murmur quietly, shooting him a quick wink before finishing your walk back to your awaiting carriage. You greet Andrew with a grin, holding up your basket of recent purchases. “All stocked up and ready to continue our journey home.”

Home. Hearing that leave your mouth for the first time almost has Max taken aback, but he’s more pleased than anything to hear you refer to Dracul as your home. It just means you’re warming up to the fact that this is where you’ll be living for the rest of your life. He knows Autumna is your true home and he would never take that away from you, but Dracul is where you’ll be living the rest of your days and he wants you to feel as at home there as you did in Autumna.

“Oh great! That should hold you off until we reach Dracul.” Andrew smiles, waiting for you and Max to climb back into the carriage before closing the door behind you. The carriage starts moving after a few moments and you find that the perfect time to set the basket on the seat across from you so you can move to comfortably sit on Max’s lap.

“Sooo random thought.” You hum, resting your head against his shoulder before continuing your thought. “What the heck am I going to eat when we get to Dracul? Vampires don’t…don’t eat human food.”

Max chuckles at your curiosity, shaking his head with an amused smile as he wraps his arms around your waist to tug you closer against him. “I’ve got that covered, my darling girl. Did you really think I was going to bring you back to Dracul without having anything for you to eat?”

“Weeeeell… Maybe?” You gaze up at him, not missing the amusement in his features as he gazes back at you. You’re a silly little thing to him, but he absolutely loves it about you.

“Weeeeell, maybe I was smart and ventured to different human kingdoms that Dracul is at peace with to buy a whole boatload of different foods and ingredients to have on hand for when you get there.”

You’re almost speechless at that, surprised that he went to those extents to make sure you’re properly fed. Guess he’s cared about you far longer than you originally thought. “Really? You…you did that for me?” You whisper with a bite to your lip, reaching to gently caress his cheek with your thumb. Multiple different kingdoms, days if not weeks of traveling…just to make sure you have food on hand in Dracul.

“Of course. The moment the agreement between your mother was settled, I went right to action in getting food there for you. Even have someone who ironically used to be a gardener when they were human starting a vegetable and fruit garden for you.” He nuzzles his nose against yours, smile matching yours when you take in his words. “I’ll have a weekly delivery of fresh meats, milk, bread, and eggs. And anything your heart desires, I will get it for you.”

“Oh Max, that’s… so considerate.” You sigh in appreciation, leaning up to kiss him deeply. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, my Moon. You’re going to be my wife. It’s my duty to make sure you are properly taken care of. You are my number one priority in Dracul, nothing or no one else comes before you.” He kisses you again, one deep and with meaning to his words and he can’t help but to chuckle when you reposition yourself so you can kiss him a little harder.

You’re truly grateful for what he’s doing for you and you want to show him your appreciation the best way you can besides using words. No amount of thank yous can measure up to how appreciative you really feel and actions speak much louder than words. Sliding your fingers into his hair, you press your hips flush against his own, kissing him with an intent of not stopping until your lungs feel that they are ready to collapse.

Time ticks by and you’re a few hours into another make out session when you hear the sound of the horses freaking out outside the carriage. You feel the carriage come to a complete stop after a moment and then Andrews voice trying to calm the horses down. What happens next has your blood running cold and Max’s anger rising when he hears one of the horses yelping in terror after a familiar growl sounds before the horse is attacked.

“Lycans.” Max growls, seething with rage knowing those filthy creatures had the audacity to fuck with him right now. “Stay inside this carriage at all times, do not and I mean do not look outside this window for any reason, and please be as calm as possible. I need to deal with this.”

Max gives you one more kiss before lifting you from his lap and sitting you on the seat across from him, giving your cheek a gentle caress with his thumb before turning to open the door. You’re a little scared hearing him say that what’s outside are lycans and you can’t help but to anxiously chew on your bottom lip as he climbs out of the carriage and closes the door behind him, leaving you sitting in fear of what’s to come.

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Pedro’s hands immediately push the fabric of your expensive dress up at your confession, pleased groan leaving his throat at the sight of your naked and clearly glistening folds. “Fuck, hermosa, I do this to you?” His hand shifts to trail his thumb along your wet slit to gather some of your wetness before moving it to rub slow circles on your exposed nub, eliciting a soft gasp and moan from you.

“Yes...” Your hips buck against his touch, leaning back so you can rest your hands on his shoulders and watch him as he plays with you. “You always--” you moan when he rubs faster, squeezing the fabric of his suit in response. “--look so fucking good, but this suit...oh god, it tops the cake...”

“Go on…” He smirks, momentarily flicking his gaze from your dripping cunt to your face which is absolutely blissed out from the way he’s rubbing your clit, loving the view of your parted lips and lidded eyes as you stare back at him.

“You look like a goddamn ten course meal,” you groan, earning an amused lighthearted laugh from Pedro.

“Yeah? Good enough to eat?” He muses, rotating his hand so while he still rubs your clit with his thumb he can now slip his middle finger into your needy core, his eyes dropped back down to watch as your cunt swallows it up.

“Oh god yes, all of it…” You moan quietly, squeezing your walls around his finger once it’s knuckle deep inside of you. “It’s a s-simple black tux, but Papi, you wear it so f-fucking well.”

“Fuck, I love when you call me that.” He groans, pulling his middle finger back to let his ring finger join it, quickly pushing them back in and giving them a curl against your g-spot. “Do it again.”

“Oh Papi,” you wail softly, tilting your head back with your mouth still agape while rocking your hips desperately against his fingers. “Fuck, Pedro, I...oh fuck, I won’t last long.” You inhale a shaky gasp, already feeling the building pleasure burning in the pit of your stomach from just the way his fingers fuck into you, his rubs on your clit helping tenfold.

“Yeah? Let go for me...make a mess for Papi because when we get back to my place, I’m going to do it all over again except this time I’ll be using my cock.” His freehand moves to grab you by the chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes as his fingers coax you toward your release. “I want you to look me in the eyes when I make you cum, princesa.”

“Oh please,” you cry out, biting your lip hard as you keep your gaze set on his, his fingers and thumb not letting up on their movements. You’re crying out again and squeezing hard around his fingers when that coil in your belly finally snaps, white hot pleasure washing over you as you feel yourself start to squirt for him. “Holy f-fucking shit!”

“Jesus, princesa that’s even better than Papi hoped for,” he groans when he feels your juices coating his fingers and the fabric of his pants, pulling you forward for a searing kiss with his hold on your chin as he finger fucks you through your orgasm. He was not expecting that, but he’s more than elated that it happened. It just makes him want to make you do it all over again.

You’re moaning into his mouth as your orgasm works its way through you, your nails digging into the suit of his jacket while you give his shoulders a hard grip. “Oh yes yes yes!” You moan out as your hips move harder against his fingers, his continuous rubs to your clit triggering another earth shattering orgasm from you. “Pedro!”

“Oh princesa, I can’t wait to get you home.” He growls, pulling his fingers from inside you after helping you through your second high and pressing them to your lips. “Suck.”

Immediately you comply, taking his release soaked fingers and sucking them into your mouth, swirling your tongue around in circles as you cleanse his digits of your juices and cum. “Mmmm…”

“Fuck, you are so obedient…” He whispers, watching with a darkened gaze as you slowly pull his fingers from your mouth with a quiet pop. “I take you home, I may not let you leave...”

“That’s one hundred percent fine with me, Mr Pascal.” You answer breathlessly, pressing yourself as close to him that you can get so you can lean in for a kiss with all tongue, letting himself have a taste of you on his own.

He groans and kisses you harder, his hands reaching around to grab your ass and keep you held flush against him. “You taste so good, princesa. I’m gonna need to have a better taste as soon as this driver gets us home.” He mumbles his words into the kiss, grunting as you grind your still drenched cunt against his straining cock in his pants.

“And what about me? Do I get a taste of you?” You murmur against his mouth, tracing your tongue along his bottom lip as you continue to kiss between words, adrenaline pumping through the two of you. “What if I want that cock in my mouth before this limo stops moving?”

“Then hurry up and get on your knees so you can,” he growls, giving your ass a smack before lifting you off his lap so he can place you on your knees between his parted thighs, his dark gaze settled on your plump lips. “Reapply your lipstick.”

“Wha?” You tilt your head curiously, sort of taken aback by his request, your hands reaching for his clothed thighs and pulling yourself more forward on your knees.

“I said...reapply your lipstick, princesa. Gonna make Papi tell you again?” He asks with raised brows, smiling with satisfaction when you quickly shake your head and move to grab your clutch purse, pulling the tube of red lipstick out and applying it evenly on your lips with your compact mirror as your guide. “Buena niña…”

You look up at him with doe eyes and a blush after repositioning yourself between his legs once you put your lipstick and mirror away, gasping when his hand grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls your face right where his cock is straining beneath his pants. “Papi…”

“What are you waiting for, princesa? Don’t you see Papi’s cock waiting for you?” He rasps, groaning as you let one of your hands palm him through the fabric of his suit before undoing the button and zipper and making quick work at pulling his length free, your eyes wide and lips parted as you start giving him a few hard strokes. “Fuck.”

“You’re so big…” You whisper, giving your lip a quick bite before moving to take him in your mouth, humming around his swollen head while you give it a small suck. He barely has time to react before you take him further into your mouth and toward the back of your throat, hollowing out your cheeks so you can give a few good hard sucks while you bob your head up and down on him.

“Bebita,” he groans deeply, hand in your hair tightening and helping to guide you along his length as you suck him off, his groans only getting deeper the more of his cock you take into your mouth. “Fuck, just like that, hermosa. So fucking good.”

“Mmhmmm…” You moan, eyes fluttered shut while you work at getting the entirety of his cock down your throat, wishing you could see the blissed out look on his Pedro’s face from the way you take him in your mouth, wanting to show him just how perfect it and your throat feels.

“You know what the fuck you’re doing… Christ.” He growls, rocking his hips upward in time with his pushes on your head and groaning at the way you choke and gag around him. “Papi loves it when you choke on his cock like that… Trying your best to make me feel good, huh?”

“Mmhmmmm…” You hum in response, groaning when he repeats his prior movement and has you choking on him again, the sound lewd as it escapes your throat. “Mmmmmm…”

“Fuck, princesa.” He grunts, tightening his fingers in your hair and momentarily yanking you off his cock so you can catch your breath, your mouth and chin drenched in drool while a long string of spit connects from your lips to his throbbing cockhead. Your lips are still swollen and once again lipstick smeared and Pedro can’t help but to gaze down at you as though you are the most beautiful piece of artwork he’s ever seen.

“Pedro…” You whisper, blush burning at your cheeks from the intensity of his gaze. You go to say something else when the limo comes to a complete stop, making Pedro quickly check his watch to see how long you’ve been driving.

“Shit, we’re here.” He groans at the unfortunate timing of your arrival to his current place of living, quickly tucking himself back in his pants for the time being. “Hurry and fix yourself up, hermosa. Papi doesn’t want anyone but him to see you in this position.”

You immediately move from between his legs and climb right back onto the seat beside him, about to use your dress to wipe your face before he stops you and uses his handkerchief instead. “Thank you…” You murmur with appreciation.

“Don’t want you to ruin that stunning dress of yours…” He smiles, tucking the handkerchief back into his pocket.

“And unfortunately I’ve ruined your pants…” You bite your lip, moving your gaze to his lap where it’s still damp with your squirt.

“Totally worth it.” He groans, leaning forward to capture your lips for a deep kiss, the limo door opening after a few moments.

“Your destination, Mr Pascal.” The older man smiles as he holds the door open, Pedro smiling in return after pulling back from the kiss and moving to climb out of the limo, reaching in his back pocket to grab a nice fifty dollar tip to give the driver. “Oh thank you, sir.”

“Thank you,” Pedro grins, turning back to hold his hand out for you to take and carefully helping you out of the limo. “Ready?”

“Absolutely,” you nod, giving the limo driver a quick smile. “Thank you for the ride, mister. Have a wonderful night.”

“As do you both,” he smiles and nods in appreciation, going back around the limo to get in the driver’s seat.

Pedro is hurriedly pulling you by the hand away from the sidewalk and toward the townhouse he’s renting for a few months, leading you right up the front steps and inside to the dining area where he immediately lifts you up and sits you at the edge of the table.

“Now I can finally get a better taste of that delicious little pussy of yours.” His voice is husky and seductive as he lifts your dress up and over your head, humming while he lays it over the back of one of the dining chairs before quickly unclasping the strapless bra you’re wearing, letting it join your dress. “I’ve seen you pose naked in one of your b-list movies before…” He muses, making your cheeks go bright pink knowing Pedro Pascal himself has seen you naked on screen in one of your not so high budget Hollywood films. “...but the view is much more pleasant in person, that’s for damn sure…”

“You’ve...watched some of my previous films?” You ask breathlessly as you give your lip a bite, gazing up at Pedro as he starts to lightly trail his hands along your thighs, a small smirk forming on his face that makes you swallow hard.

“I’ve watched every single one of them, hermosa…” He rasps, gently pushing you to rest on your elbows while pulling you down to the edge of the table again, dropping to his knees so he can place a few open mouthed kisses along your inner thighs. “Surprisingly, that movie you bravely stripped down for is how I found you...but it wasn’t your nudity that caught my interest in you, bebita. It was your pure talent on screen... You’re gonna go far, Y/N Y/L/N. The world will know your name soon enough, especially after the success of your recent film.” He gives each of your thighs a gentle nip before moving his face just inches from your dripping core, eyeing your deliciously inviting folds. “Look at her...how she glistens for me...beckons me in for a taste of her delicacy…”

You’re speechless as he murmurs his words to you, the combination of them and his light caresses/nips to your thighs has you whining and wanting more from him, your hand dropping to fist in his hair. “Papi please... “ You whimper, looking down at him to meet his gaze, his eyes lust blown and almost animalistic. You can tell he’s ready to start devouring your cunt. “Please do what you’ve been dying to do since you sampled my taste in the car.” You bite your bottom lip hard, watching as his face twists into a devious smirk.

“I’ve wanted this long before that, princesa.” He dives right in, his flattened tongue immediately lapping along your spread folds before his lips wrap around your deprived little clit and give a hard suck, earning himself a nice loud moan from you. “Mmmm you’ve got the sweetest tasting pussy, hermosa… Like the finest of thirst quenching waters. I could drink for days.” He brings his tongue right back over to hastily flick it against your clit, to which you buck your hips and moan again. 

“Oh, Pedro!” You clench your fingers tighter in his hair, your hips bucking against his tongue even more as he laps hungrily at your clit. “Please don’t stop,” you gasp, wanting to throw your head back but also really wanting to watch the way this man feasts on your cunt. It’s better than anything you’ve ever seen or felt before.

“Mmmm…” He hums against your folds, smirk still stark on his face as he eats you toward your second orgasm. “You taste so good, bebita…” He groans, suddenly forcing his tongue inside of your drenched cunt and working it around with fervor.

“Oh yes!” You cry out, head now thrown back from the warmth of his tongue buried inside of you and eating you as if you’re the first thing he’s ever tasted, your fingers tugging on his hair as you rock yourself against his mouth. “Just like th--”

He cuts your words off by pulling away from your core, immediately earning a soft whine and your wide, needy gaze again. His eyes are narrowed and dark as he gazes back at you, his fingers on your thighs giving a firm squeeze. “Look at Papi while he enjoys his delicious meal, princesa, watch as Papi makes you cum.”

“Please!” You whine, bucking your hips repeatedly so he’d take the hint and bury his tongue inside of you again. You really need him to make you cum.

“Are you gonna be a buena niña and keep your eyes on Papi?” He nips your thigh, not putting his mouth quite where you want it just yet. He wants to hear you say you’ll be good first.

“Yes! I promise I’ll keep my eyes on you, Papi, just please--” You moan as he swiftly returns his tongue back inside your warm spongy walls, your lips parted as you watch his tongue fuck in and out of you. “Oh yes oh yes oh yes!” Your cries get louder the closer your orgasm starts to creep up on you, your fingers clenched tighter in his hair while you repeatedly rock yourself against his tongue.

Pedro groans at the way you grip and pull his hair, his eyes locked on your face to watch as it contorts in the most beautiful of pleasure, the two of you not quite making eye contact, but still looking the other in the face. It only spurs him on even more seeing you so blissed out and he quickly moves his mouth to start sucking hard on your clit again, replacing his tongue with two of his fingers and pushing them into your fluttering walls with ease. “Cum for me, princesa. Let Papi drink up your sweet release.”

“Ohhh fuck,” you moan louder, biting your lip hard as he starts thrusting his fingers right against your g-spot and coaxing you toward that edge you’ve been desperately waiting for. “Right there! Oh right there!” Your walls clench hard around his fingers as you feel yourself start to cum, the sound of his groan when he tastes your release on his tongue sending waves of arousal straight to your core.

He licks every drop of your release that leaks from your cunt, his fingers curling against your spot to intensify your high before finally pulling them out of you and sucking each one into his mouth to cleanse them of your juices. “Mmmm best pussy I’ve had the pleasure of feasting upon.” He smirks, standing to his feet again and leaning down to kiss you hard, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

You moan into the kiss, returning it just as hard and with every bit of your tongue, your legs wrapping tight around his waist while your fingers go right to carding through the hair at the nape of his neck. “Take me upstairs… Please,” you murmur against his lips, sighing in relief when he lifts you up from the table by your ass and carries you upstairs to his bedroom, immediately dropping you onto the bed before reaching to undo his bowtie. “Wait,” you stop him, giving your lip a small bite as you sit up on your knees and look up into his concerned gaze. “Let me…” You reach for his bowtie and get it undone and removed first, setting it aside before your fingers start working at unbuttoning the single button of his jacket. You get that removed next, laying it to the side before you start undoing the buttons of the black vest he wears just over his white button up shirt, quickly pulling it off once it’s unbuttoned and setting it with his jacket and bowtie.

“Hermosa…” He murmurs, watching you as you undress him in the gentlest of ways, his heart pounding so hard against his chest he knows you can hear it.

“Hmmm?” You give him a smile, carefully undoing the delicate black buttons of his button up and slowly revealing the tanned skin of his chest with each one you undo. Your fingers are nimble as they work at getting the shirt open, Pedro helping by unbuttoning the sleeves of his shirt.

“You really care about this suit,” he chuckles, shrugging the shirt off his shoulders and arms after the buttons are all undone and gently laying it on top of the vest and jacket.

“It’s sexy on you. I would hate to get it ruined during the removal of your clothes,” you pout up at him, your hands already working at unbuckling the belt he wears.

“You already drenched these pants in the limo anyway, I’d say it’s fine to ruin it.” He smirks, watching as you yank his pants down and let them pool at his ankles.

“A washer can fix that, but it can’t fix an accidental rip or tear if I’m too eager to get you out of this suit, now can it?” You tease, leaning up to give his bottom lip a gentle nibble. “Plus, I wanna savor the view as I undress you.”

“Dios eres perfecto,” he sighs, immediately kissing you deeply while moving you to lay on your back, his pants kicked to the floor as he settles himself above you and holds your face in his hands. “Are you ready for me?”

“Yes,” you breathe, wrapping your legs firm around his waist and resting your ankles against his lower back. “Pedro you know I’ve been ready.” You whisper, rubbing your hands over his toned pecs and collarbones.

“Just wanted to hear it from your pretty mouth first,” he teases, kissing you once more while lining his fully erect cock at your entrance and slowly pushing himself forward until he’s fully seated inside you. “F-fuck, bebita, you’re--” He groans, pressing his forehead to yours. “--so tight.”

“O-oh Pedro…” you moan, taking in a shaky gasp at the feeling of him stretching and filling you, never having been this filled in your life. “I’m so full.”

“Yeah? Papi fills you real good, doesn’t he?”

“Yes!” You sob, tightening your legs around him and giving your hips several small and desperate rocks against him. “Please.”

“Please what, hermosa?” He murmurs, moving his lips to start trailing kisses along the length of your collarbone, giving his hips a small teasing thrust into you. He already knows what you want, again just wants to hear you say it.

“Please move, please fuck me.” You softly whine your words, moaning out as soon as he starts thrusting back and forth inside of you at a moderately set pace, letting your head fall against the pillows behind you as you dig your nails into his upper arms. “Yes! Oh Pedro!” You cry, quickly dropping your head back down to watch the way his cock disappears in and out of you, both of your gazes set on the same thing.

Pedro only grunts and groans with every rock of his hips, his hungry eyes watching the way your walls deliciously swallow him up as he repeatedly fucks into you. “Fuck… Earlier, when I said--” he groans, burying his face in the crook of your neck now and leaving a gentle kiss and nip before proceeding. “--when I said if I take you home, that I may not let you leave…” He kisses at the shell of your ear next, continuing to thrust into your warm cunt. “...I really fucking mean that now.”

You take in a shaky breath at his words, everything you’ve only ever dreamed about as a young upcoming actress becoming a reality. “Pedro,” you moan softly, fisting your fingers through his hair the deeper he sends his cock inside of you, your body arching into his. “If--” A deeper moan leaves your throat, your head tilting as he starts tenderly kissing at your throat. “If you w-want me, I’m yours.”

“All mine?” He rasps, picking up the force of his thrusts little by little as he kisses along the other side of your neck now. “You and this pussy...all Papi’s?”

“Mmhmm all yours!” You groan loud at the slow increase in his thrusts, your eyes rolling back the harder and faster his movements get. “Oh g-god, I’m gonna cum again, I--” You gasp and whimper as your orgasm starts to burn and build inside of you, your walls giving a tight clench around Pedro’s cock. “I can feel it already.”

“Yeah?” Pedro growls, dropping his hand to start circling your clit with his thumb. “How about you make a mess for Papi again, princesa? Remember what you did to my fingers in the limo? Papi wants you to do it on his cock.” He rasps, kissing at the shell of your other ear as he starts thrusting a little more relentlessly. This man really wants to wreck and claim you all at once.

“Oh Jesus fucking--” your groan is a little more lewd this time, eyes rolling back as you feel that wave of pleasure creeping up on you. “I’m so fucking close, I-- oh god, Papi please don’t stop.”

“Let go for me, princesa.” He murmurs as he rubs harsher circles on your clit, his hips angled so he can hit right up at your cervix with his every thrust, the actions coaxing a silent scream and steady stream of squirt from you. “That’s it, bebita. Fuck, such a buena niña. Mi hermosa niña buena.”

Your body shakes beneath him while your orgasm washes over you, your throat finally opening enough to let out several elongated moans of his name, his grunt, growls and rapid thrusts signifying the near of his own release. “Cum for me, Papi...cum in me.”

“Fuck,” he groans, pressing his lips to yours for a mindnumbing kiss as he repeatedly rails the head of his cock against your cervix, swallowing your screams of pleasuring and burying himself right up inside you while his cock twitches and spills his warm seed into your womb. “Y/N…” He pants, keeping still inside of you as the two of you catch your breath.

“Pedro,” you whisper, gazing up at him when he leans back to look down at you and gently caress your sides.

“I don’t...I don’t want this to be a one time thing.” He mumbles. “I’ve...honestly? I’ve been planning on seeing if you’d allow me to take you out for dinner some time, but...I guess fate had other plans.” He chuckles at that and only gives his head a small amused shake, your eyes wide and obviously surprised.

“Really?” You chew your lip, looking up at him with piqued curiosity. “Why would you wanna ask me out?”

“Really?” He repeats you. “Why would I wanna ask such a beautiful, talented and dedicated woman such as yourself out for a nice dinner? Perhaps I wanted to get to know you better, learn more about you and what you enjoy, what you don’t enjoy.”

“Well you already know at least one of those things,” you laugh softly, giving your head a shake with a small smile. “Thank you.”

“For?” He smiles.

“Taking me home.”

“My pleasure.” He leans in for another kiss while he slowly starts to pull his length from inside of you, the two of you groaning in unison at the loss of warmth and fullness.

Once he’s slipped completely beside you and moved to the side, you give your bottom lip a small bite. “May I bother you for a glass of water? My throat’s a little hoarse…” You blush.

“I wonder why.” He teases you with a small smirk before nodding and gently kissing your forehead. “But of course you can. You wait right here, hermosa.”

“Thank you,” you grin, watching as he climbs off the bed and grabs a clean pair of sweats to throw on before leaving the room to grab you some water.

You lay there staring up at the ceiling with wide, very awake eyes, the most content of smiles on your face as you think about the events that just occurred. Are you dreaming? Did Pedro Pascal really just take you home and give you the most mind blowing night of your life so far? Nah definitely not dreaming, this feels far too real to be a dream.

You can hear Pedro’s voice faintly talking aloud downstairs, thinking maybe he’s talking to himself, but after a few moments you start to hear the soft patter of paws on the stairs leading up to the second floor. Edgar. You hear him enter the room and grin wide when he jumps up onto the bed.

“Hi Edgar! I was wondering where you were,” you giggle as you move to sit up on the bed, taking one of the fleece blankets folded on one side of the bed and wrapping it around yourself so you can pet Pedro’s cute little dog, having seen him in many of Pedro’s Instagram posts. “You are a cute little guy aren’t ya? Aww yes you are.” You give him light scratches at the spot between his ears and earn yourself a smile as he hangs his tongue out, clearly enjoying the love and attention. “You’re definitely the cutest thing in this house. Daddy’s second, but he doesn’t need to know that.” You grin.

Pedro silently stands in the doorway of his room holding the glass of water for you with a large smile, taking in the sight of you loving on his little guy, the dog who means the absolute world to him. He watches you for a few moments, just listening to you talk to Edgar and giggle when he gives you several kisses. It makes his heart swell with a love he’s never felt before. “You’re wrong, you know,” he finally states, earning your gaze and a curious smile. “I love my little Edgar here, but he’s definitely not the cutest thing in the house. Not anymore, at least.”

“Oh?” You bite your lip, watching Pedro as he approaches the bed and holds the water out for you, which you take and immediately take a few long sips.

“Mmhm. That would be you now.”

You blush at his words, giving your head a few shakes as you finish swallowing the water. “No offense, handsome, but Edgar is much cuter than me and nothing you say will ever change that.”

“Agree to disagree?”

“Alright fine,” you smile, giving Edgar lots more pats while Pedro moves to climb back onto the bed, just watching you love on his dog. “But he’s still cuter than you.”

“And that’s fine with me, hermosa, that’s fine with me.” He chuckles.

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“Did I tell you what happened on my birthday several months ago?” You bite your lip, looking at her with a slight head tilt.

“Well your birthday was before you started working here, so no.” She laughs.

“Long story short, no one remembered, not even my own family, so I found myself sitting in a park miles from my apartment just crying, knees tucked to my chest and face burrowed in my arms. While I was there sitting under a tree an absolute mess, someone started talking to me, asking if I were okay and why I was crying under a tree; eventually after a few shoulder shrugs and head shakes from me in response to his questions, he asked that if he introduced himself by name would it make me feel more comfortable talking to him, so I nodded in response… Well, it was Pedro Pascal. You know, Prince Oberyn Martell from Game of Thrones?”

“Okay one, I’m sorry you had a shitty birthday,” she frowned. “And two, you’re fucking with me, aren’t you?”

“See that’s the thing, it was shitty until by some Godly miracle Pedro Pascal happened to be in that same exact park as me and when he found out I was crying under a tree on my birthday, he went out of his way to make it better.” You bite your lip thinking about it, the smile on your face genuine. Z notices that.

“What did he do?” She asks with pure interest, occasionally glancing over at the coffee shop’s entrance for any new customers.

“Took me to dinner and a movie.”

“Cliché.”

“Yes, but it was delicious food and the movie at the drive-in was a surprise.” You smile.

“Which was?” She quirks her head in question.

“His movie, one of my faves too, Bloodsucking Bastards.” You sigh dreamily and she just laughs.

“Let me guess, he’s a vampire in this movie?”

“Head vampire,” you smirk.

“Hot.”

“Right?” You laugh softly, giving your head a shake. “But... but that’s not all.”

“Oh? You fuck him?” She asks, eyebrows raised high.

“No!” You blush, hard. “But he did kiss me… many times. And...And when he dropped me back off at my apartment after the movie, he...gave me his number.”

“To keep in touch?” She grins, looking somewhat genuinely happy for you.

“Yeah! He....he sends me good morning texts every single morning…” you bite your lip with a smile. “And tonight is I guess technically our second date since he took me out to dinner for my birthday, but...this time our date is going to be spent inside for a more private, relaxing setting.”

“That’s romantic.” She smirks, hint of a suggestive tone in her words.

“Yeah, it is.” Your cheeks couldn’t be any more hot. “It’s also our first time seeing each other since my birthday cause you know, filming and such.”

“It’s nice that he still wants to see you despite being a busy bee with acting life.”

“It’s more than nice,” you grin wide, looking at her with eyes full of genuine happiness. “It’s beyond anything I could ever ask for, he’s...he’s more than just a silly celebrity crush, you know?”

“I understand that.” Z grins. “You’ve got to actually spend time with him, he took you out for your birthday for God’s sake, so yeah I can definitely understand that you’ll feel for him as more than just that.”

“He’s the sweetest, most caring, adorkable, and handsomest man out there.”

“I bet,” she giggles, hearing the bell above the door ding to alert there’s a new customer and going over to the front counter to greet them. “Hi! Welcome to-- oh, you’re...wow… May I help you?” She looks up at the new customer awestruck, Pedro Pascal himself standing there with a cheesy grin.

“I’m here not for a coffee, thank you, but just to pick up Miss Y/N over there.” He points to where you’re still standing at the sink washing and drying the coffee mugs and spoons by hand, humming to yourself. Z smiles when she looks over at you and decides to make this a little fun before she alerts you that he’s here.

“You must be the vampire guy she was telling me about. Bloodsucking Bastards or something?” She smirks, looking up at him with a small tilt of her head. “I prefer Prince Oberyn, if I’m being honest.”

Pedro laughs softly, giving his head a shake with an amused smile. “Yes, I am that vampire guy from Bloodsucking Bastards and I am honored that you enjoyed my role as Oberyn.” His eyes flick back over to you, watching with an adoring gaze as you place the mugs and spoons back in their designated spots after drying your hands with a clean dish towel.

“I’ll let her know you’re here,” Z murmurs quietly to him, seeing in his eyes alone how much he truly feels for you.

Z goes over to you and gives your shoulder a light tap, gaining your attention immediately. She has a look in her eyes that seems both mischievous and amazed and you can’t help but give your head a curious tilt when you look up at her. What she says next has your heart thumping in your chest.

“Your vampire boyfriend is here to pick you up.”

Your gaze quickly moves to the front counter and your eyes light right up at the sight of Pedro standing there smiling at you.

“Bye,” is all you say before you pull your apron off and toss it onto the counter, quickly grabbing your purse from the small associate break room so you can meet Pedro by the front counter. “Hi,” you smile widely when you step out of the work area, allowing him to right away engulf you into a warm embrace, which you happily return.

“Hey, hermosa. Ready for our date night in?” He grins, pulling back to gaze down at you while his hands rest on your waist, the two of you completely unaware that Zena is ducking behind the counter to secretly watch your interaction. If only she had some popcorn...

“More than ready,” you whisper, yet again another blush coating your cheeks tonight. “I’ve missed…” You bite your lip and move your gaze elsewhere, too nervous to say what you want to say in case of scaring him away for being so forward.

“I missed you too,” he says it for you, reaching one of his hands up to gently brush his thumb against your cheek so he can gain your attention again, a genuine look in his eyes. “Missed that beautiful smile of yours.”

“Awwwww!” Z chimes in, the two of you breaking your gaze to see her standing at the counter with a wide smile and hand over her heart, as if in an adoring way.

“Oh shut up,” you mumble with a shy smile and Pedro only chuckles.

“Come on,” he smiles, taking one of your hands in his own and sending a small wave Zena’s way, leading you out of the shop. “Let’s get to your place for our date, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You grin.

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“Did you want something scary or not scary?” You ask Pedro with a smile, flipping through the movie options on Netflix.

“Depends, will the answer change whether I get to hold you in my arms during the movie or not?” He inquires with a soft smile of his own while carrying the few snacks the two of you picked out together into the living room. You blush at his response, but smile up at him when he places everything down on the coffee table.

“Do you want to hold me during the movie?”

“Yes,” he states simply, but with adoration and you can’t help but grin.

“Then no, the answer will not change depending on what genre you choose.” You reach out for his hand, gently pulling him down onto the couch next to you and bringing your freehand up to gently rest against his cheek which he leans into, just staring into his eyes for a moment while you admire his company. Ever since your birthday you just can’t help but to truly appreciate Pedro Pascal more as a person and there’s so much you wish to do to pay him back as a way to show your appreciation. “I owe the world to you, Pedro Pascal.”

“You are my world.” He whispers and your face says it all, you weren’t expecting that from Pedro Pascal himself, not yet at least.

“I am?” You whisper right back, tears already welling in your eyes.

“Fate brought me into that park on your birthday, Y/N… I never quite believed in it, at least not until you.” His own freehand comes up to rest against your now damp cheek, his gaze never leaving yours as he wipes away the few tears that escape your vision. “I knew from the moment I met those tear filled eyes the first time that you were going to change the course of the rest of my life...and boy was I right. You, I just…I can’t get you out of my mind. I film scenes with many wonderful and beautiful women, but none of them occupy my mind the way you do...none of them come close to you, your courage, your passion... I think about you and that bright smile of yours, that adorable genuine laugh that brought so much joy to my heart and ears when we watched Bloodsucking Bastards, your cute little giggles when something I said amused you and those eyes...like gazing into a whole new and beautiful galaxy. Such beauty, everything about you...”

You’re stunned, absolutely stunned. Your gaze is soft, but wide and full of adoration. This man who you’ve grown to love over the years because of his incredible acting skills and his downright glowing personality, is practically confessing his love to you without actually using the term, yet. You’re at a loss for words, unable to even comprehend any to begin with, so you respond by leaning in for a deep, passionate kiss, pouring every ounce of your emotion into it. Pedro’s response is immediate, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest while kissing you with as much fervor in return. After a few long moments, the two of you pull back to catch your breath and he lets his forehead press to yours with a wide smile.

“I definitely missed your lips too… Such beautiful, kissable lips,” He murmurs, smiling when he hears your giggle.

“Ditto, mister.” You smile, moving your fingers to gently card through his hair. “I didn’t realize you felt so strongly for me…”

“Love is the only term that comes to mind when I look at you.” He pulls you against his chest with a soft murmur, sitting you sideways on his lap and moving to press his lips to your forehead.

“I…” You bite your lip softly, looking up at him as he cradles you against him. “I love you too.” You whisper, judging by his wide grin that he was hoping you’d say that.

“That’s all I needed to hear,” he hums softly, moving to give you one more deep kiss while holding you tighter against him.

Your arms move to wrap around his neck, pulling yourself up further where your faces are level with one another and letting out a content sigh when one of his hands instinctively grabs you by the leg and pulls it over his lap so that you’re comfortably straddling him. His other hand moves to hold you by the waist as the two of you momentarily get lost in your heated kiss, your lips molded against one another’s like the perfect puzzle pieces. You’ve never had a kiss this real before or one as passionate and full of love; everything about this moment screams that this is it, this is what life’s intentions are for you.

After several minutes of slow, passionate kissing and allowing your hands to freely explore one another, you pull back to breathe again, moving your hands to cup his face.

“I wish to show you how much I love and appreciate everything about you, Pedro…” You murmur quietly, moving your hands to gently rub circles along his chest. He hums at the soothing sensation, looking up at you while his hands stay seated on your waist.

“How so?” He muses, rubbing his thumbs into your sides and smiling at the way you melt into the feeling.

“With my lips,” you sigh contentedly, studying the way Pedro’s eyes light up with blown pupils at the mention of your lips being how you’ll show your love and appreciation. You smile. “I want to kiss every inch, crevice and curve of your perfectly toned skin, kiss every one of your cute little tattoos to mark my admiration for each of them and how they’re a part of what makes you you.” 

Pedro doesn’t let you speak another word, only presses another kiss to your lips while shifting to stand up from the couch with your legs wrapped firm around his waist. “Which way to your bedroom, hermosa?” 

“Second door down the hall on the right.” You breathe, carding your fingers through his hair and kissing him once more before dipping your head to start kissing along his jawline toward his neck while he walks the two of you toward your bedroom. His low groan makes you smile and urges you to leave a playful nip to one of his throat’s sensitive areas before finishing with a gentle kiss.

“Mmmm you’re a dream come true.” He sighs, opening the door of your room with a quick gentle kick of his foot against the bottom corner.

“That would be you, mister.” You giggle softly, grinning when he drops you onto your bed after getting the door kicked open and closed and moving to lay comfortably before him.

“Me? I’m just Pedro Pascal.” He chuckles, climbing his way up and along the bed until he’s hovering face to face with you, his lips finding his way to the curve of your jaw now.

“You’re more than that,” you say breathlessly, moving your fingers into his hair again. “You’re more than just the sum of what Hollywood makes you out to be… I love you for who you show me when we’re together, not only for what Hollywood shows. You are more than just Pedro Pascal the actor, you are José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal, the man I shamelessly fell even harder for after he saved my birthday from being the absolute worst one to ever happen to me.”

“You deserved every minute of what I did for you,” he murmurs against your skin, pulling back to gaze down at you with admiration. “I appreciate everything you say to and about me, hermosa. Every word.”

“I mean every one and I will always stand by them.” You whisper with reassurance, your lips finding his once more. “Now please, let’s prove to each other how true our words are?”

“Yes,” he smiles, moving away so he can rub his hands up and along your sides. “And you’re sure you’re ready for a step this big?”

“Yes,” you breathe, grabbing his hands and lowering them toward the hem of the comfortable sweatpants you changed into after arriving home from work, your eyes showing how ready you really are. “Please.”

Pedro smiles and nods immediately, lightly gripping the hem of your sweats and pulling them down and off your ankles, leaving you in just your black laced panties you wear beneath. His hands go for your cotton t-shirt next, sitting up a bit so you can help him to get it pulled up and over your head, a blush burning at your cheeks as his gaze takes in your form laid out for him, your matching bra and panties a pleasing sight to his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful…” He muses in a gentle tone of voice, gliding his hands along your soft skin and smiling when goosebumps start erupting from his touch. “Your body reacts so naturally to me…” He leans forward to kiss from the edge of your shoulder toward your neck where he nuzzles his face against it, his lips and teeth eliciting soft gasps from you.

“Pedro…” You tilt your head, your fingers once again brushing through his dark locks.

“Hmm?” He hums in an inquiring tone, moving his lips from your neck down to your chest to start kissing at the swell of your breasts.

“Oh…” A soft moan escapes your lips when he reaches your breasts, your fingers giving a light clench in his hair. “Please,” you whimper softly, using your freehand to start tugging on his own shirt, which he immediately leans back so he can help you pull it off and toss it to the side. Your hands go for his pants next, getting the button undone and watching as he momentarily moves to the edge of the bed to kick them off and let them join his shirt, now only in his boxers as he climbs right back over you.

“Better?” He chuckles, letting his hands gently roam along each inch of your skin they can reach.

“Almost,” you murmur, shifting your positions in a quick blink of an eye so he’s now laid against the pillows and you’re straddling him by the waist, your hands tracing over each inch of his sun-kissed chest. “Now it’s better.” You smile down at him before starting to trail kisses along his skin the way he did you, starting from his lips and working your way from his neck, along his shoulders, down his chest and over every inch of his stomach.

“Bebita…” He sighs pleasantly, watching you shower him with love and affection with that pretty mouth of yours.

You have him speechless from the way your lips move over every inch of his skin that you can reach in your current position, him wanting so badly to have his hands on you in some way, but enjoying too much of the attention you’re so willingly giving him. It’s something he doesn’t receive very often and he doesn’t have the heart or even want to stop you from doing it. When you start kissing down the center of his stomach toward the waistband of his boxers, his breath hitches and you can only smirk at the small sound when it escapes him.

You look up at him through your lashes as your mouth hovers just over his clothed cock, your warm breath hitting his hardening length through the thin fabric of his boxers and making him visibly shiver. You smile this time and lean forward to press a gentle kiss to his twitching member as your actions cause him to grow harder. Your gaze is trained on the obvious size of him beneath his boxers and you can feel your cheeks burning again knowing you finally get to feel and experience what you’ve only gotten to think or dream about before you met him. You’ve always had a hunch that he’s an endowed man, pictures are obvious evidence of that, but seeing it for yourself in this moment for the first time has you wetter than a waterfall.

You gaze up at him when your fingers reach for the waistband of his boxers, your eyes asking for permission before pulling them off, even though you already can tell he wants them gone. With a quick nod of his head and a gentle brush of his thumb against your cheek, you quickly slide his boxers from around his waist, your cheeks even hotter now as his entire length springs free. You feel your mouth water at the sight of him, immediately dropping your head to kiss at the base of cock before trailing your tongue along the entire underside of his shaft.

“Fuck,” Pedro gasps, his eyes wide and lust blown as he watches you work your tongue along his length. When you stop at his swollen, precum leaking head to swirl your tongue in circles and collect the few beads of cum dripping from him, he lets out a deep groan, his fingers moving right into your hair. “Bebita…”

“Hmmm?” You repeat the hum he made at you minutes earlier, smirking when you take his tip into your mouth and suck on it as if it’s a lollipop.

“Oh bebita, your mouth feels so good.” He breathes, moving his fingers through your hair toward the back of your head and choking on air when you suddenly hollow your cheeks and take him further into your mouth and down your throat, your fingers wrapped around the base of his length to hold what you can’t reach just yet. “Holy fucking shit,” he groans louder this time, his hips bucking up into your mouth.

“Mmm…” You hum around him in response, swirling your tongue a few times before pulling back almost completely then taking him right back into and down your throat, gagging a bit the deeper he goes.

You repeat your actions several times, breathing through your nose with every bob of your head and letting out a deep moan when you take the entirety of his length down your throat, your nose pressed right against his pubic area.

“Jesus, bebita, if you keep that up I’m gonna cum and I’m not ready to cum yet.” He groans, clutching his fingers in your hair. He watches as you slowly pull off his cock, your lips swollen and eyes glossy when you gaze up at him.

“Sorry,” you bite your lip, moving back up his body to press a deep kiss to his lips, gasping when he has you flipped onto your back and pinned to your bed beneath him.

“It’s okay, but now it’s my turn.” He smirks, kissing and making his way down your body until his face is level with your clothed core, his fingers massaging into your thighs before curling around the waistband of your panties and slowly pulling them down, revealing your pretty dripping folds for him. “Fuck… What a pretty little pussy you have, bebita.”

Pedro dives right in, doesn’t even give you a chance to say a word before he starts swirling his tongue in circles around your clit and sucking it into his mouth. Your moans are instantaneous and he hums as he pushes his tongue right into your aching heat, groan rumbling through his chest when he tastes the sweet juices of your pussy.

“You taste so good, bebita… I desire to wake you up like this every morning...” He muses as he gives his lips a small lick, going right back to sucking at your clit and slowly easing two of his fingers inside of you, giving them a few small scissoring motions.

“Oh Pedro. Please,” you gasp, cheeks burning again at his words, wishing you could wake up to this every morning like he desires. If that’s what he wants then he can have it.

“Mmmm yeah? Is that what you want too, bebita?” He rasps, moving his fingers in and out of you while gently curling them against your spongy walls, humming and sucking your clit back into his mouth.

“Mmm oh yes,” you moan out, giving your walls a squeeze around his perfect fingers and bucking your hips against them and his tongue. “F-fuck, please don’t stop!” You plead with a soft cry, dropping your hand to card your fingers through his hair as he pleasures you with his mouth and fingers.

“I won’t,” he murmurs, picking up the pace of his fingers and curling them right against your sweet spot, lapping and sucking at your clit to coax you toward that high slowly burning inside you.

“Just like that!” You gasp, squeezing around his fingers again and giving his hair a gentle tug. “Oh fuck it feels so good.”

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me, hermosa?” He coos, repeating his actions and earning himself another soft cry from you.

“Yes! ’m s-so close already, oh please don’t stop!”

“I won’t,” he reminds you with a small smirk, continuing his licks and sucks on your clit and the rapid thrusts of his fingers against that same spot inside you until you’re finally coming undone for him.

“Oh Pedro!” You cum the moment your walls clamp down around his fingers when his pace quickens, soft wails of pleasure leaving your lips the longer he gives your clit harsh sucks to extend the high of your orgasm even more. “Fuck! Yes!”

“Mmmm.” He groans against your folds, lapping up every drop of your release while his fingers give one more curl inside you. “You taste so good, hermosa. I could feast on you for hours.”

“I need you,” you murmur with a soft pant, your fingers loosening in his hair. “Please.”

“Bebita…” Pedro coos, pulling his fingers from inside you and slowly making his way back up toward your face, leaving a gentle trail of kisses in his wake. “Tell me what you need.” He murmurs, pulling you forward off the bed and pressing his lips to your shoulders to leave a trail of soft kisses while his hands reach around to unclasp your bra. 

“I need you inside me, please. I...I want you to take what’s yours,” you plead with wide doe eyes, sighing in content at the feel of his lips kissing further along your skin after getting your bra pulled off and thrown to your bedroom floor.

“Yeah?” He grins, gently pushing you to lay back again while moving to press a deep kiss to your lips, settling between your legs with a low hum. “That all?” He smirks, hint of a tease in his tone as he kisses down your chin and toward your breasts, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and giving it a soothing suck.

“Mmm I want--” you moan, moving your fingers into his hair again after he takes your other nipple in his mouth and sucks the way he did the first time. “--your big cock, please… Want to feel how w-wide you stretch my tight little pussy and n-no condom either, I’m on-- fuck, I’m on birth control.”

“Joder, nena. ¿Dónde estuviste toda mi vida?” He groans deeply, moving back up to kiss your lips deeply while pressing the head of his cock at your entrance. “Are you ready for me, bebita?” translation: fuck baby, where have you been all my life?

“Yes,” you whisper, wrapping your legs firm around his waist when he starts to slowly push his hips forward, allowing your warm walls to swallow up his cockhead and the first few inches of his length. Your head tilts back with parted lips as he slowly fills you, finally letting out the loud moan building in your throat when he finishes burying himself to the hilt inside of you. “Oh Pedro...”

“Fuck you’re so tight, bebita.” Pedro hisses, giving your walls time to adjust to the burning stretch of his cock before starting his movements. Pressing his lips to yours once more after a few moments of letting you adjust, he slowly pulls his hips back, the two of you moaning in unison. “You feel so good, hermosa…” He murmurs into the kiss, one of his hands holding your right arm above your head while the other cups your cheek, pushing himself back inside of you with a deep groan.

“Oh yes, you stretch m-me so well…” You moan along with him, your hand in his hair pulling him further into the kiss as you start rocking yourself against him. “P-Please make love to me, baby.”

“Joder, te amo.” He groans, bringing both of his arms over to rest on each side of your head while slowly pulling his hips back again, pressing a deeper kiss to your lips and with more fervor than you’ve ever experienced when he pushes right back in, repeating the slow motions of his previous thrust.

“Te amo, Pedro…” You murmur into the kiss, both your arms now slipped around his neck and holding him close against your chest while he repeatedly makes his slow back and forth thrusts inside of you. “Oh g-god, baby...”

“‘m not gonna last long, bebita… Fuck, you feel better than anything I’ve ever felt in my life.” He buries his face against the crook of your neck with a groan, leaving chaste kisses as he lovingly fucks into you.

“Mmmm f-faster, please.” You moan, tilting your head sideways to give him better access to your neck while he kisses your sensitive skin, biting your lip at the groan that leaves his throat from your request before he starts picking up his pace. “Y-yes, like that, oh please don’t stop!”

“I love it when you say that,” he groans more, thrusting as deep as he can go with every gradual increase in his pace. “You love how good I make you feel, huh bebita? Finally get to feel the things you could only ever fantasize or dream about?”

“Mmmm yes!” You admit without shame, your eyes rolling back the faster and deeper he sends his cock inside of you, squeezing your legs tighter around his middle so your heels are pressing into his lower back. “E-Everything I’ve ever dr-dreamed it to be, oh god Pedro!”

“I love the sounds you make for me, bebita… Your beautiful moans and cries of my name…like music to my ears, music I wish to hear and cherish for the rest of my existence.” He murmurs tenderly while pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear, pulling back so he can gaze down at you as he gives your breasts a gentle caress and squeeze, continuing his deep and fast thrusts.

“I want...it too, I-- Oh…” You moan again, arching your back into his touch to your breasts and pressing your ankles hard against his ass, simultaneously pushing him even deeper inside of you. “Oh right there.” You groan, your fists balled up in the sheets.

“Fuck,” he grunts in response to the way you push him deeper into your warm center, his immediate reaction being to hit that same spot over and over again, both of you groaning at how great it feels. “Right here?” He grins, gently tweaking your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger.

“Yeah!” You gasp, rocking your hips against his own to match his forward thrusts into you, your head thrown back as a soft, deeper moan escapes your open mouth. “I’m gonna cum, oh god I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum with me, bebita.” He groans, leaning down again to kiss you with extreme fervor, one of his hands dropped so he can rub quick circles on your clit, eliciting a cry from you at the sudden attention to your bundle of nerves.

You kiss him harder now, throwing your arms around his neck again and hugging him closer as he coaxes the two of you toward your rising climaxes, your walls fluttering around him with his every thrust. “I’m so close I’m so close I’m so close!” You whine and with one hard thrust right against your cervix and a few more rubs to your clit, Pedro has you coming undone beneath him, your walls clamped down around him as you cum hard and in turn trigger his own release, your body trembling in his embrace as your orgasm rips through you. “Oh yes!”

“Joder bebita,” he moans as he fills you, burying his face in the crook of your neck while he continues his thrusts, still aiming for your deepest areas to help ride both of you through your highs. 

“Oh Pedro, I--” You groan softly, fisting your fingers in his hair at his continued thrusts into you, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “--fuck!”

You’re the one left speechless now by how mind blowing sex with this man is, how intimate and passionate he is as he makes love to you and how verbal he can be, the Spanish spoken words and phrases the cherry on top of it all. You just can’t believe how lucky you are to have someone to love you like this, so intimately, and you’re even more blessed that it’s Pedro Pascal himself.

The two of you are panting by the time Pedro pulls out of you, his forehead gently resting against your shoulder while you both catch your breath, unable to contain the smiles wide on your faces. If you were able to read minds, Pedro’s thoughts would for sure make that smile wider and even your cheeks a lot hotter.

“Wow…” You breathe, lightly scratching your nails at the nape of his neck. “That was…”

“Everything you’ve ever dreamed it to be?” He teases, lifting his head to give you a playful smirk.

“Yes,” you giggle, leaning forward to capture his lips for a deep kiss. “I love you, Pedro…”

“Te quiero más que a nada en el mundo.” He murmurs against your parted lips, slowly pulling back and giving your thighs a firm massage. “Now wait right here for me, okay?” translation: I love you more than anything in the entire world.

“Where’re you going?” You pout and he just chuckles.

“Bathroom.”

“S’right there,” you point to the bathroom just off your room and again he chuckles.

“I’ve noticed, hermosa.”

Pedro gives you one more kiss before carefully moving off of you and heading to the bathroom to grab a nice warm wet washcloth to clean you with, giving himself a quick wipe down with a cloth of his own before rejoining you in the bedroom.

You smile when you see him reappear out of the bathroom, gaze landing on the washcloth in his hand and you become flustered at the thought of him tenderly cleaning you up after making love to you. He smiles down at you as he climbs back on the bed, taking the warm cloth and washing your sensitive area as gentle as possible, being sure to get your thighs too. You sigh softly.

“I’ll miss this while you’re away...”

“Miss it? I’m taking you with me.”

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bebita: baby, hermosa: beautiful, joder: fuck, te amo: I love you (duh)

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This year, your third Christmas together, both of you are more than excited to give each other your gifts. Max may think he’s more excited, but you strongly believe you have him topped. He has no idea what’s coming. Usually your gifts are just things you can buy with a simple swipe of a credit card, but not this gift you have for him. Money can’t buy what you’re giving Max this year.

Max is already awake when your eyes open first thing. He’s been lying here just holding you in his arms and admiring the peaceful look on your face while you sleep. He smiles at you when you look up at him from where your head’s resting on his chest, soft yawn leaving you as you smile right back.

“Good morning, handsome.” You murmur, leaning up to press a warm kiss to his lips. “Sleep any last night?” Your fingers gently touch his cheek and he lets out a content sigh as he leans into you.

“Morning, my sweet girl. A lil bit, yeah. But mostly I just watched over you while you enjoyed your own slumber.” He smiles, reaching out to tuck your hair behind your ear. “Ready for some coffee and opening presents by the fire?”

“You know it.” You giggle and press one more kiss to his lips before wiggling out of his hold. “I think I’ll take a nice hot shower first. Feel free to join, if you’d like.” You give him a smirk and quickly roll off the bed to walk into the bathroom. Obviously he’s going to join you. Max Phillips doesn’t turn down taking a shower with you ever, especially hot ones. He’s off the bed and closing the bathroom door behind you mere seconds after you cross the threshold, his increased speed abilities helping to get the two of you undressed from your matching Christmas pajamas and into a hot shower just how you like them. “Someone’s in a rush this morning.” You tease, slipping your arms around his neck as you gaze up into his soft brown orbs.

“I’m just excited.” He shrugs, his hands rubbing up along your hips as they pull you flush against him beneath the flow of hot water. “Why? Are you not excited for presents?” He gives you a teasing smirk, nuzzling his nose against yours. “Has my girl lost all her Christmas spirit already?”

“Gasp! Never.” You playfully pout up at him, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I just haven’t seen you this excited for Christmas morning before.” You smile, leaning up to give him a quick kiss.

“Yeah. Well, I got you the best gift this year and I can’t wait to give it to you.” He gives your ass a playful squeeze and you only narrow your eyes suspiciously at him.

“I swear, Max Phillips, if you’re talking about your dick--” You start and he only shakes his head with an amused chuckle.

“Better.”

“What’s better than your dick?” You scoff and Max only laughs harder.

“Oh, baby. I love you, you know that?” He smiles, leaning in to kiss you again. “How about we finish up in here and then I show you what’s a better Christmas gift than my dick?”

“Hmmm… Okay. Sounds like a plan to me.” You smile. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

~

“Okay, best gifts for last.” Max smiles, grabbing your final gift and setting it on the floor in front of you. “How about we open them at the same time?”

You grab his gift and place it on his lap with a smile, nodding your head as you pick your gift up from the floor and hold it on your own lap. “Sounds good to me, baby. Yours has a little card you need to read first.” You point at the little envelope taped to the box and Max smiles, tracing his fingertips over the red lipstick print sealing it with a kiss.

“I can see that…” He chuckles, opening the envelope and pulling the card out so he can read it in his head to himself.

My Dearest Max,

My heart is yours, I’m here to stay

And now I’m ready to give it to you in the forever way.

Max’s brows furrow in confusion for a moment, his eyes flicking from the card to you where you’re very slowly peeling away the wrapping paper of your gift, your eyes still set on his face. You smile at him before flicking your gaze to the present on his lap then back up at him, giving your lip a small bite. He catches the drift and sets the card aside to start unwrapping the decent sized box that holds his gift, his own gaze switching between his present and you opening yours. He doesn’t want to miss the look on your face when you see what your gift is, it’s a look he’s been looking forward to for some months now.

After unwrapping your present and setting all the paper aside, you slowly lift the lid from the box, tilting your head when you see what looks to be a special made book inside. From the looks of how oddly thick and formed it is, it definitely seems to be a pop up book. You glance warily at Max now, noticing that he’s stopped unwrapping his. “Hey, mister! You stopped unwrapping.” You pout.

“Yours is more important.” He smiles and you huff out a semi offended breath as you take the pop up book out of the box. “I promise you, you’re gonna love it.”

“I still say your gift is much better than a book.” You remark, a small, knowing smirk on your face. You examine the cover of the book, seeing that it’s definitely specially made because the two cute little animated characters on the front more than resemble you and Max. They are you and Max. You look at the title of the pop up and smile. “My Life With You”. You can’t deny it, this is quite an adorable and thoughtful gift, but you still think yours tops it.

You open the cover of the book and the first image that pops up makes your smile widen. It’s a cute little replica of you and Max outside the bookstore where you two first met. You remember that day like it was just yesterday and the memory makes your heart flutter. At the bottom of the page there are words and you slowly read them to yourself.

This little bookstore I will cherish forever because it’s where we had our first encounter.

You turn the page and the second pop up picture appears, eliciting a giggle from you at the image of you and Max under a tree sharing your first kiss during a summer night walk in the park.

Our first kiss I will always remember. You seemed so eager to kiss a vampire for the first time.

A lighthearted laugh escapes you when you read the words and you share a quick glance with Max with a knowing smile before bringing your attention back to the book and turning the page again. You feel the pang in your chest at the image of your first fight with Max, but you still continue to read on.

Our first fight I for sure thought I’d lost you for good. I let my own ignorance get the best of me that day and that’s something I’ll never allow to happen again.

You look up at Max again, unable to stop yourself from leaning forward and giving him a reassuring kiss. He only chuckles, savoring your kiss before pulling back and motioning to the book. “There’s more, babe.”

“I know. I just couldn’t help myself.” You smile, turning the page and revealing the fourth pop up. You gasp and burn up with a shy embarrassment as your eyes take in image of you and Max in a very scandalous position in the bedroom. This is definitely no children’s pop up book company. “Jesus, Max.” You giggle, reading the words at the bottom.

The first time I took you to bed is one my cock and I will remember for the rest of time. How warm, wet, and tight you were as I sank into you… Your whimpery little moans as each thick inch of me stretched you.

God, he’s already having an affect on you and he hasn’t even touched you. The littlest things like these will always have some sort of affect on you coming from him. You bite your lip as you turn the page, your eyes met with the fifth image. It’s you both during your first Christmas together and you can tell by the key you’re holding in the image.

I loved our first Christmas together, asking you to move in with me was the best move I could have made. But there’s one more first, I’ve still yet to do and that’s to make a beautiful woman’s like you dream come true...

You tilt your head at that and when you turn the final page, revealing the largest pop up of the book with Max on his knee holding up a ring, a real ring set in place in the book with large words reading “Will you marry me, my sweet darling girl?”, your eyes widen. You look back up at him now and he’s got a shit eating grin on his face.

“Oh, Max…” You whisper, tears already well past slipping down your cheeks. “Of course I’ll marry you.” You take the ring out and set the book aside, quickly slipping it onto your left ring finger before crawling over onto Max’s lap and kissing him deeply, your arms slipping around his neck as he holds you against him.

“I love you.” He murmurs into the kiss, hands holding you by the waist.

“I love you too… Now open yours, mister.” You tut, picking his present up where he set it aside and resting it on your lap. “You read the card, now open your present.”

“Alright, alright. My impatient fiancée.” He chuckles, finishing ripping off the wrapping paper and tossing it aside before opening the box and pulling out its contents. His eyebrows raise when he pulls out polaroids you took, but he quickly smirks as he gives them a quick look through. “Such a sexy little thing…” He sighs, biting his lip as he sets the polaroids aside and pulls out another wrapped gift. It’s a picture frame and inside contains Max’s true Christmas present. He shoots you a curious glance which you only smile innocently at and he grabs the wrapped frame from inside the box and tears that paper off too.

You anxiously chew your lip as you watch Max open his gift and when he really sees what the framed picture is signifying, his head is shooting back up to look at you. You were slick enough to get an x-ray image of your heart from your doctor for this gift and written in metallic sharpie are the words “A reminder of what once beat for you, now that I’m asking you to take its life essence away.” It’s your creative way of telling Max you’re ready for him to turn you.

“Are you asking me to turn you?” He already knows the answer, but he’s just so stunned that he still needs to ask for clarification.

“Yes, Max Phillips. I’m asking you to turn me. I’m ready to spend forever with you.”

“Oh, honey… I love you so fucking much.”

He carefully sets the picture frame back in the box before cupping your face and kissing you deeply again. Max wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his immortal life with you, hence asking you to marry him, but he was not expecting you to be ready for him to turn you already. He’s more than ecstatic that you’re ready to take this large step with him. He breaks the kiss after a few long moments to let you breathe and you smile up at him widely.

“Merry Christmas, Max.”

“Merry Christmas, beautiful.”

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“I’m...sorry to bother you, but I’ve been walking along the outer edges of the park for a while and...there’s been a man following you pretty much since you started your jog.”

Your face fell and once again you found yourself turning around and looking, your heart rapidly beating in your chest while your eyes scanned the area. You still didn’t see anyone, but you trusted wholeheartedly that this woman was telling you the truth.

“Thank you. I...I had suspicions that I might have a stalker. Guess I was right.” You sighed and shook your head, looking at her with hopeful eyes. “Could… Could you maybe walk me home? It’s just around the corner, but--”

“I would be glad to.” She nodded and motioned for you to the lead the way, which you did. “You should call the authorities once you get home. I’ll be happy to stay and tell them what I saw since I am witness to the young man who was following you.”

“Yeah? That would be very kind of you. Perhaps it’ll be good to report it so it’s on record in case anything else happens.”

The woman nodded and smiled, walking along the semi quiet sidewalk while you led the way toward your apartment. You exchanged names during your walk home and even shared a little bit about yourselves. Turns out Marjorie, the kind woman escorting you home, was widowed and retired from the air force. When you finally reached your apartment, you helped her to carry the dog stroller up the small steps to the front entrance of the building. When you got inside and to your apartment door, you opened it and walked inside, stepping aside to allow her entrance into your cozy abode.

“Make yourself at home. Would you like some tea or coffee?” You smiled, closing the door and locking it before walking into the small kitchen.

“Some chamomile tea would be lovely, darling. Thank you.” She took her small dog out of its stroller and moved to sit down on the love seat in the living room.

“Chamomile tea it is,” you hummed, grabbing a cup and saucer and the box of teabags from the cabinet before setting them on the counter while you got your Keurig machine turned on.

Once the Keurig was ready to brew a nice cup of hot water for the tea, you put the tea bag in the cup and placed it on the small stand, pressing the smallest button and letting the machine brew. While you let the water fill the cup, you decided to use that time to dial the police station on your cell, moving to secretly peek through your kitchen curtains while it rang.

“911, what’s your emergency?” The calm voice of a woman answered.

“Uh hi, I’m just calling to report a stalking,” you chewed your lip, moving away from the window and leaning against the counter.

“You’re the one being stalked?” She asked calmly, already pulling a report up on her computer screen to type out everything you say.

“Yes ma’am. At first it was just little things. Bouquet of flowers being delivered to my office at work almost every day, but then whoever it is started leaving things outside my apartment door and only my family knows which exact apartment I live in, so I’m a little worried.” You sighed, running your fingers through your hair. “And just a few minutes ago while I was out on my nightly jog, I was told by a nice older woman just outside the park that she saw someone following behind me while I took my jog through. She ended up walking me home because I was nervous to walk alone and she offered to wait inside with me while I called you.”

“Okay sweetheart and would you like an officer or two sent out to get some more info regarding the man stalking you?”

“Yes please. I think she did get a good look at him, at least enough to give some sort of description.”

“Okay. I’ll have a car dispatched to your location soon.

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“So what exactly can you tell me about the man you saw, ma’am?” The officer that showed up just a few minutes after you hung up with the operator asked Marjorie who was sitting on your couch sipping her tea.

“Well, he had to be at least mid 30’s, looked like he could be one of those boys who still live in their mother’s basement. Tall, Caucasian, shoulder length blond hair, large square glasses, dressed in a long black trench coat.” She speculated, nodding as she tried to remember every detail of the man that she could. “He definitely looked like your typical creep. Skinny little thing.”

The officer only nodded, scribbling in his notepad as she listed off the details. He finally looked toward you after finishing jotting things down and shoving his notepad in his pocket.

“And for you, Miss Y/N, what would you like if we do find this stalker of yours?”

“I want a restraining order against the creep, that’s what. As a female living all by herself with no one or nothing to protect her, a restraining order is at least the better first option.”

“You got it. I’m gonna send my fellow officer waiting outside to search the premises as well as the park for the described person of interest. In the meantime, I’ll be outside searching the database for men with that description.”

“Thank you, officer.” You smiled, watching as he nodded his head and gave a small tip of his hat before leaving your apartment.

You sat down on the couch with a sigh, smile tugging at your lips when Marjorie’s dog came padding over to you with a wag of her tail, looking up at you with a smile of her own. You brought your hand down to give her a few pats and scratches behind the ear.

“Daisy likes you,” Marjorie smiled, setting her empty cup and saucer down on the coffee table. “Have you considered getting a dog of your own? Perhaps a nice Pitbull or bulldog.”

“Actually,” you laughed softly at that, giving your head a nod. “That’s not a bad idea after all. I’ll have to consider it.”

“You’ll thank me later,” she winked, moving to stand up from the love seat and grabbing the cup and saucer from the table. “I won’t impose for much longer, sweetheart. I think you deserve some rest after all this.”

“Thank you,” you gave her an appreciative smile, standing and following her into the kitchen. “I’m glad you made this process a lot easier for me. I would have had no idea where to even begin with a description of my stalker.” You shook your head and smiled at Marjorie when she walked back over to you after setting the cup and saucer in the sink.

“Of course. Anything to get another creep off the streets.” She mused as she scooped Daisy up from the floor and set her back in her stroller.

“Well, I’m grateful. You live close by?”

“About a five minute walk, sweetheart. I’ll be just fine, if you’re worried.”

“A little bit. I guess my nerves are just a little heightened.” You shrugged, smiling when she put a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“We’ll be just fine.”

You could only nod, quickly saying your goodbyes to Marjorie and Daisy before letting them out of your apartment. You closed the door once they were down the hall and immediately locked it, leaning against it with an exasperated sigh. You hoped the police could find your stalker and arrest him for being a creep and that a restraining order could be put in place to keep him as far from you as possible. You didn’t think you could put up with this any longer.

Days went by and you still heard nothing, absolutely nothing from the police department regarding your stalker. Not a single follow up call, visit or any info at all for that matter about whether they found out who the guy was. Of course now the situation was only getting worse. There were nights where you swore you could hear someone trying to pick the lock to your apartment door, but since you’re smart, you locked the doorknob, deadbolt, and chain lock. And fortunately for you, it prevented whoever it was from getting in. You weren't entirely safe, though. Not only did this man know where you worked and lived, but he was somehow getting into a secure building. There wasn't a place you could go to hide yourself from him. If anything he’d just find you wherever you went and that’s what scared you most. You didn’t know what this man’s intentions were, for all you knew, they were far from harmless. No stalkers intentions are harmless in the end.

That’s what brings you to your current situation, calling your cousin Resnik who you know is a mercenary now since he was let go from his previous job with the DIA. He told you to call him for emergencies only and you figure having a stalker trying to break into your apartment multiple nights in a row is good enough a reason to call him.

“Y/N? What’s going on?” Your cousin’s voice is monotonous on the other end of the line and you sigh.

“I need a favor.”

“A mercenary one?” He asks.

“Yes.”

“I’m booked.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Res?” You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You told me to call you for emergencies and this is one.”

“Again, I have tons of jobs booked.”

“I’m family.”

“I’m aware of that,” he states. “But I really can’t. Not right now, at least.”

“Resnik, I have a fucking creep stalking me. He’s only been getting worse and I don’t know how much longer until he successfully breaks into my damn apartment.” You’re spitting your words at this point, anger boiling over the fact that your own cousin is blowing you off.

“How long has this been going on? The stalking”

“Months.”

“Has the guy actually made contact with you?”

“Clearly he’s trying to since he’s been trying to break into my apartment.”

“Do you feel safe at all?”

“No!” You snap.

“Calm down,” he grumbles. “I’ll send my buddy Dave to deal with this guy for you, okay? Just explain to him everything that’s happened and he’ll figure something out for you.”

“Alright,” you sigh, slumping onto your couch. “I trust whoever you send me.”

“Good. I’ll have him be there within the next day or so, can you handle that?”

“Yeah, yeah. I can handle another day of this fuckwad. Thanks Res.”

You hang up before he even gets the chance to respond, tossing your cell phone onto the coffee table in front of you. You rub your hands down your face and groan to yourself, hoping this Dave guy can actually rid this stalker of yours. For good.

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You’re in the kitchen making yourself a rum and Coke when the buzzer to your apartment goes off. Biting your lip, you shuffle over to the intercom on the wall and press the talk button.

“Yes?”

“Y/N? My name’s Dave York. Resnik sent me.”

“Thank God.” You groan, pushing the button to buzz him into the building and anxiously waiting for him to get to your apartment door.

When the knock finally sounds on the door, you bite your lip and undo the locks, hesitantly pulling it open. Your eyes are met with a middle aged man, probably early to mid forties if you had to guess, and he’s for sure a sight for sore eyes. Dark hair that you wish you could just run your fingers through, deep brown eyes to match which you know he’s been through and seen some shit in his days. When his gaze finally lands on you when your door opens, he straightens his shoulders, taking in every inch of your form as he stands just outside the threshold of your door. He thought his wife was beautiful, but you? You are absolutely stunning and just standing here in front of you is stirring up some adulterous thoughts in his mind.

“Didn’t realize anyone related to Resnik could be so breathtaking.” Dave chuckles softly, smirking at the way your cheeks go red. “You sure you’re related to him?”

“Unfortunately,” you bite your lip and sigh dramatically, stepping aside and motioning for him to come inside. “Please, come in. We’ve got a lot to discuss.”

“Quite right,” he smiles, his eyes doing one more sweep over you before he steps inside.

You’re flushed by the time you close the door and relock all the locks, giving your lip a hard bite from the way his eyes raked over you just moments prior before internally shaking your head and turning around to face him.

“Would you like something to drink, Dave? I was just making myself something when you arrived.” You muse, making your way into the kitchen where you finish pouring your drink.

“I’ll have whatever you’re having,” he hums, letting his eyes linger on you longer than he would anyone else he talks to.

“Bacardi and Coke it is then,” you smile, grabbing another glass and making a drink for Dave.

“A Bacardi girl, huh? At least you’ve got taste.”

“I suppose so,” you smirk, walking over to where he’s standing and handing him the glass. “Enjoy.”

“Thank you,” he winks, taking a quick sip of his drink and letting out a satisfied hum. “Mmmm delicious. Now,” he says softly, placing his free hand at the small of your neck. “Let’s sit so you can tell me all about this stalker of yours, yeah?”

“Of course,” you smile, grabbing your rum and Coke before leading him to the living room to sit on the long couch.

When you sit, Dave sits right beside you, setting his drink on the table just as you do before facing you and giving you his full attention.

“Does your stalker have a name?” He asks, watching while you shake your head.

“Nameless and only kind of faceless?” You question, more to yourself than anything. “The older woman who saw him following me around the park during my jog a couple of nights ago said he’s a tall white male with shoulder length blond hair. He was wearing a black trench coat at the time, but who knows if he wears the thing all the time.”

“And does the description sound familiar to anyone you might know?”

“No,” you sigh. “I barely know anyone around here. I only just moved in a year ago and I’m not exactly the social type when it comes to associating with neighbors. I’m here to live, not make friends.”

“Understandable,” he chuckles, picking up his drink again. That’s when you finally spot the wedding ring on his left hand. What a shame. He takes a sip before setting the glass back down. “So tell me more. How did this whole thing start?”

“Well, at first it was just flowers showing up on my desk at work with a simple note, nothing too extreme, but then whoever the fuck this is started leaving things outside my apartment door. How he’s getting into a secure building in which you need a key or a buzz to get in, I have no idea. But I’m scared, Dave. The past few nights I could hear someone trying to pick the lock on my door to get in. I don’t know what this man’s intentions are, but clearly they aren’t good ones. Maybe in his mind they are, but not mine.”

“Do you think it could be someone living in the building? Perhaps a creepy neighbor trying too hard to get in bed with you?” You laugh at that.

“Honestly I may have considered it, but I’ve seen many of the people who live here, none of them fit the description of my little stalker friend here.” You roll your eyes, picking up your drink and taking a nice long chug. Dave watches with semi raised brows and a smirk.

“So I’m assuming you want the guy gone for good.” He states, watching you closely.

“Please,” you plead as you set your glass back down, your eyes practically begging for it when you look back over at him. Dave smiles at the sweet sound of your begging voice, slowly raising his hand to rest against your cheek while his now intent gaze is set on your pleading one.

“I will gladly rid the planet of this guy for you, Y/N. We’ll just need to figure out how to track him down or lure him out, for that matter.” His thumb grazes your cheek and you can feel your face burning up again, giving your bottom lip a small bite.

Dave notices that and it only spurs him on even more, his eyes tracing over each inch of your beautiful face before finally landing on your lips and lingering there, his thumb brushing along your bottom one. All those adulterous thoughts come swarming through his head once again and though he knows it’s wrong to be wondering what it would look and feel like to have those pretty plump lips of yours wrapped around his cock, with the fact that his wife never goes down on him, he doesn’t really care. He’s only with her still because of his daughters, things haven’t been going quite well for him and Carol for a while. Maybe you’re the change he needs, the thing that will help him out of the marriage he feels so trapped in.

“Dave?” You whisper breathlessly, not even realizing that the both of you have inched even closer to each other, too lost in the burn of his touch and the way his eyes hungrily take you in.

“Y/N...” He murmurs right back, giving his own lips a lick before bringing his eyes back up to meet your gaze.

“I-- You’re-- Fuck it,” you sigh, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him hard, allowing him to pull you onto his lap as he kisses you with as much fervor in return.

His hands rest on your ass so he can pull your hips flush against his own, eliciting a surprised gasp from you when you feel something hard pressing against your clothed core. I really make him that hard? As if he read your mind, he groans.

“Feel how hard you’ve made me? Just thinking about how good those lips would look and feel wrapped around my cock…”

“Dave,” you gasp again, instinctively rocking yourself against his rock hard cock. The action makes him growl and immediately his fingers are digging into your firm ass cheeks.

“Tell me you want this.” He states, his tone stern and bathed in seriousness.

“I want this. I want… I’ll do anything you want me to.”

His whole demeanor changes at that very statement, his hand coming down on your ass for a hard slap before he flips the two of you so that you’re now sitting on the couch in front of him and he’s standing between your legs. A quiet yelp left you at his sudden slap to your ass and when you’re finally staring up at him once he’s settled between your thighs, you give your bottom lip a bite.

“Look at you…so willing to let a struggling married man do whatever he wants to you.” He smirks, brushing his fingers through your hair before wrapping it around his fist and giving your head a tug backward. “Open your mouth.” You do as he says, letting your tongue hang out in the process. “Good girl.” He smirks, dropping his free hand to start undoing his belt.

Your walls clench around nothing at his praising words, eyes trained on the way his hand quickly gets his belt undone along with the zipper of his slacks. You bring your hand up to stop him from going any further, giving your eyelashes a few bats.

“Let me…” You murmur, moving his hand away before bringing yours back up to yank down his pants, freeing his fully erect cock. Your head spins at the sheer size of him. “Oh…” You bite your lip. Hard.

“Mouth,” he gains the attention of your gaze again, fingers tightening in your hair. “Open.”

You do as he tells you, reopening your mouth and letting your tongue hang out once more. He rubs the swollen head of his cock along your tongue and lets out a low, pleased groan at the warm feeling, his lips parting while he slowly pushes his hips forward until his cockhead just barely brushes the back of your throat. Your cheeks are hollowed out around him now, your hands giving his thighs a small squeeze as you swallow around the head of his cock.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his lust blown gaze staring down at your mouth wrapped around his length. “Haven’t felt a mouth this good since before I married my wife.” You hum around him, wondering how in the world his wife doesn’t suck this big delicious cock? “And I was right too…those lips of yours look and feel so damn good wrapped around my cock.”

“Mmmm…” You moan around him, pulling back as you give a hard suck before taking him right back down your throat, purposely gagging around him.

“Goddamn,” he groans, bringing his other hand down to hold your head in place while he starts rocking his cock in and out of your mouth, keeping aim for the back of your throat since clearly you enjoy the thrill of choking and gagging around him. “You like this, don’t you? The feeling of my cock in and down your throat.”

“Mmhmmm…” You moan, your eyes still set on his dark gaze as he fucks your mouth and throat, your hand moving to rub at your clothed cunt for some sort of relief. You can feel how wet you are just from having him in your mouth.

“What’s that sweetheart? Does that poor little cunt need relief? Is having my cock down your throat turning you on?” He growls, basking in the glory of the sight before him, his cock twitching at the feeling of your whimpery moan vibrating through his length.

“Mmm…” You nod your head as best that you can with his cock buried down your throat, your eyes starting to roll toward the back of your head.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck and fill that needy little cunt with my cock?” He smirks, yanking you off his length before pulling you up from the couch by his grip on your hair. When you only answer him with a nod of your head after he pulls you off his cock, he grabs your chin with a growl. “Use your words.”

You open your mouth to speak until you hear the sound of your doorknob being turned and fiddled with, looking toward the door with wide eyes. You look back up at Dave after a moment and he’s only smirking wider, moving his hand from your chin and down between your thighs to palm at your drenched, clothed cunt.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, your stalker will hear how good I make you feel.” He rasps so low it makes your heart jump in your chest and your cunt clench once more. He feels the way your cunt moves beneath his hand and it only proves to him that you really really want this. “Yeah, he’s going to regret ever stalking you.”

Dave immediately rips your shorts right off of you, the quick sudden action making your eyes go wide. The strength. His hand moves to slap right against your drenched cunt, which makes you moan out and silently thank the gods for deciding to wear a g-string today.

“Fuck, you are a sexy little thing, aren’t you? So wet and ready for me.”

“Daddy, please.” The words slip from your lips before you can correct yourself, immediately flushing when realization dawns on you. The pleased look in Dave’s eyes, though, proves that perhaps maybe your mistake isn’t a mistake at all.

“Tell Daddy what you want, baby.” He hums as he gives your folds a few rubs, earning himself a few small whimpers.

“I want you to...to claim my little cunt so my stalker can hear and know he’ll never have me the way you do…” You whisper for only him to hear, your gaze set on his own.

Dave only groans, pushing you back onto the couch and moving you into a lying position, quickly yanking your g-string off and shoving them into the pocket of his button up shirt. You bite your lip at that, watching as he climbs above you with his knees resting on each side of your hips, his cockhead pressing right at your entrance. You quickly wrap your legs around him, lips parting with a long moan as he slowly pushes forward and lets your walls swallow each thick inch of his length.

“That’s it, baby…moan for Daddy... What a tight little cunt you have, fuck.” He groans, stilling once he’s buried to the hilt inside of you and allowing your tight walls to adjust to him stretching you.

“You’re--” You moan, squeezing around him like a vice. “So fucking big, Daddy.”

“Fuck, no cunt has ever squeezed me this good before.” He drops his head to bury his face against the crook of your neck, slowly pulling his hips backward before pushing right back in hard, earning himself a nice loud moan from you. “You take my cock so well, beautiful girl.”

“Oh Daddy, yes! Fuck me j-just like that.” You moan, rocking yourself against him. Dave growls and immediately sets a quick hard pace, eliciting several elongated moans from you.

“Only Daddy can fuck you this good, huh babygirl? No one could ever fill you the way I do.” He purposely speaks in a tone of voice loud enough for your little secret visitor outside the door to hear. If only you could see the rage and jealousy that takes over in your stalker’s eyes, the way his fists clench at his sides.

“O-Only you, Daddy! Only you!” You cry out the deeper he sends his cock inside of your warm cavity, your legs wrapping tighter around him.

“That’s right. Only,” hard thrust against your cervix. “I,” another hard thrust. “can,” harder thrust with loud cries of pleasure from you. “fuck,” more hard thrusts. “you.” deeper harder thrusts.

“Yes yes yes!” You practically sob out your words, your orgasm quickly building inside of you from how damn good Dave is fucking you. This was definitely not how you expected hiring a mercenary to take out your stalker to turn out, but are you complaining? Hell fucking no. “D-Don’t stop! Oh please don’t stop!”

“Who said I was going to stop?” He smirks, nipping and sucking at the pulse point of your throat while keeping the same pace and force of thrusts. “Are you going to cum, baby?”

“Mmmm yeah!” You cry out, your arms wrapping tight around his middle while your nails claw at his back through his shirt, your head tilting sideways to grant him better access to your sensitive throat. “‘m s-so close.”

“Yeah? Gonna drench every inch of Daddy’s cock?” He rubs circles as fast and hard on your clit as his thrusts into your throbbing cunt, your head flying back with a loud cry of his name at the new feeling.

“Oh yes!” You moan, giving your walls another clench around his cock as your hips now rock against his own to match his pace.

“Fuck, squeeze me just like that baby.” He groans, going right back to nipping and sucking at your throat while continuing to coax you toward your release.

“Please,” you gasp, closing your eyes tight as you try to focus all your attention and energy on his thrusts and rubs to your swollen nub. “Please fill my tight, warm little cunt with your cum.”

“Yeah?” He growls, snapping his hips with even more force now, the two of you moaning loud in unison. “Want me to really claim this cunt?”

“Yes! It’s--” your moans deepen the harder his cock hits at your cervix, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “--yours!”

“Fuck,” he hisses, grabbing you by the throat with the hand not rubbing your clit and moving to kiss you hard, swallowing your cries and moans of pleasure the more relentless his thrusts become. “Cum for me. Now.” He orders and right on cue, you cum hard, your orgasm crashing right into you and making you writhe and tremble beneath him. Your eyes are truly rolled back now from the tightness of his hold on your throat and you’re absolutely loving it. “Fuck me, you are the most beautiful little thing when you come undone for me. Where the fuck were you before I met my wife?” He groans, kissing you hard once more.

His words make your heart leap in your chest again, wondering if he truly means them or if he’s just saying them to help get the both of you off. What’ll happen between the two of you once your stalker is ridden from your life? Will it be as if this night never happened? Will Dave look at you as nothing more than just a one time fuck and that girl he saved from a stalker?

“Y/N,” he groans deeply, snapping you from your thoughts and bringing you back to reality, pleased groan leaving your throat when you realize he’s filling you with his cum.

“Dave,” you gasp against his mouth, clenching harder and harder around him to milk his balls for all the cum in the world, your arms and legs wrapped tighter around him. “Oh yes.”

“That’s it, baby… Take all that cum. Fuck you are such a damn good girl.” He growls, continuing to fuck the both of you through your highs and his cum even deeper inside of you, going right back to kissing and nipping along your throat.

The two of you are panting by the time he finally pulls out of you, your limbs loosening from around him and falling limp to the couch you lay out on. He chuckles at how fucked out you look, but if he’s to look in a mirror at any moment, he’ll see that he himself is just as fucked out looking as you are. Your eyes are closed as the after effects of your orgasm finally pass, only opening them to look up at him when he gives your throat a firm squeeze. You moan at the feeling which only makes him smile.

“Y/N…” He murmurs quietly, moving his hand from around your throat to brush a few stray strands of hair from your face.

“Dave?” You whisper, giving your bottom lip a soft bite.

“After I rid you of your little pest,” he mumbles, obviously referring to your stalker in case he’s still out there listening. He’s not. “If I divorce my wife--”

“Yes.” You cut him off, already knowing what he’s going to ask.

“Really?” He grins, brushing the backs of his fingers against your cheekbone. “You sure you can handle this life?”

“What? Spending it with a mercenary?” You murmur, smiling up at him as he nods. “Would I have had my cousin send you if I couldn’t handle it?”

“True,” he chuckles, kissing you once more. “You truly are what I need to get out of my marriage once and for all. Don’t get me wrong, I love my daughters, but I don’t love Carol. Not anymore, at least. Not for a long time.”

“I’m sorry.” You frown. He only shakes his head, giving you a genuine smile.

“Don’t be. You’re not the reason my marriage is fucked and fallen apart. Her and I are. We just...don’t work out anymore. We’ve built up our issues with each other over the years.”

“Issues that can be fixed through divorce?” You smile.

“Precisely. We’re just...not cut out to be a couple any longer,” he sighs, kissing you once more before carefully climbing off of you and admiring the view of your mixed releases dripping from your fucked hole. “Such a beautiful sight… One I don’t get to see often.”

“Glad I can change that for you, Mister York.”

He smirks at the name, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to the side of your knee.

“Now, let’s get cleaned up and get a plan set in stone to off your stalker.”

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“Are you sure you want to do this?” Dave asks with a concerned look in his eyes and you give him a reassuring nod.

“I’ll be fine…” You whisper, reaching up to brush your thumb against his cheek. “It’s best to use me as bait, seeing as I’m the target. We’ve got this…”

“Okay,” he nods, pulling you in for a deep kiss before slowly pulling back and pressing his forehead against yours. “I’ll be down the alleyway we discussed hiding out and waiting. You remember which one, yes?”

“Yes,” you smile, nodding your head with reassurance. “Got the whole plan right up here.” You give your head a few light taps with your pointer finger.

“Good. I’ll see you in roughly ten minutes.” He smiles. “Please, be careful and on high alert.”

“I will,” you murmur, pressing a quick, soft peck to his lips. “See you in ten.”

He nods and you let him out of your apartment, waiting at least two minutes before leaving yourself and locking up behind you. Dave figured having you go on your usual jogging route would be the best plan, since there are several dark alleyways along the way that’ll be easy to lure your stalker down. If the guy is so intent on having you, why not follow you down a dark empty alley. If only he knew the outcome.

You start your jog down your street with a quiet hum, only one of your earbuds in while you listen to music so you can keep somewhat of an ear out for anyone around you. It’s only after five minutes that you start to hear and feel someone close behind you. Swallowing your fear, you continue your walk toward your destination and when you finally reach the alleyway where Dave is hiding and waiting for your arrival, you turn down it with a soft sigh of relief, making your way down the dark, damp corridor.

You pass where Dave is hiding and when he sees someone in a long black trench coat following right behind you, his fingers tighten around the handle of his knife, ready to make his move if the guy tries anything on you. He wants to wait at least a minute to see what his intentions are, see if he’s sick enough to lay a finger on you.

You feel a hand grab you by the shoulder and immediately pin you to the stone wall of the building beside you, looking up at the dark eyes of your stalker for the first time. You swallow hard, fighting back the urge to scream since you know Dave is right there waiting for the right moment to attack. The man is definitely exactly how Marjorie described, right on the nose, really.

“Can I help you?” You finally gain the courage to ask, a bit of disgust in your tone as you look up at him. He’s too close in your personal bubble for your liking and you swear you can smell the garlic and Camel cigarettes on his breath. “Do you always push random women against walls in dark alleys?”

“I’ve been waiting for this day for so long…” He breathes, kind of a wheezy breath, clearly ignoring your question. His hand moves to gently touch your cheek and immediately you turn your face away from him, swallowing the lump in your throat. “You don’t need to deny me, Y/N...not anymore.” His other and slides along your inner thigh and you quickly slap at his hand.

“Don’t touch me.” You growl, looking back up at him with a death glare. “I don’t belong to you. I’m not your property.”

“Yes you are,” he smiles a creepy smile at you, his hand going right to grabbing your clothed core a little too roughly.

“Hey! I said don’t--”

Your words are cut off as Dave comes and yanks the guy away from you, one of his hands holding a rag and moving it to cover the guy’s mouth to muffle any screams he may make while his other hand repeatedly jabs his knife into the guy’s side and chest. You watch as his eyes widen with every stab of the knife into his torso, part of you enjoying the sight of his pain and the muffled sound of his screams. Is this too much? Killing a man for being a creep? Perhaps not too much because you already know that if you don’t kill him, there’s a possibility he’ll go and find someone else to stalk and potentially harm after Dave takes you away from this entire situation. You’re looking forward to it, really, being free from this city and it’s creeps and you’re happy to be ridding it of one.

“Sorry to say, bud, but you made the wrong life choices.” Dave growls in your stalker’s ear, giving one more hard stab into the guy’s stomach before slicing sideways to gut him, letting his body fall to the ground with a hard thud. “No one touches my girl like that.”

“Oh, Dave…” You whisper, looking from the lifeless body of your once was stalker to your new lover’s slowly diminishing murderous gaze, giving him a smile and earning yourself one right back. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, beautiful girl.”

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“Good afternoon, miss Y/N,” the soft, sad tone of your now previous landlord’s voice meets your ears as you exit the apartment building, giving her a small frown.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Patterson. Is everything okay?” You ask her, adjusting the last box of your things from your apartment beneath your arm.

“Oh no, honey, unfortunately I can’t say it is.” She sighs, shaking her head with a lost gaze. “I lost someone close to me a few weeks ago…it still aches my heart just thinking about it. My poor nephew was mugged and left for dead in an alley a few blocks from here. I told that boy not to go messing around with the people around here since he was wired a little differently and could easily trigger the wrong group of people… I suppose I was right.”

Your blood runs cold at her words, everything now all making sense in your head about how this guy was getting into your building. Instead of saying anything at all relating to her nephew’s death you only shake your head and frown, giving her your condolences either way.

“I’m so sorry to hear that, Mrs. Patterson. I guess some people around here just can’t handle a little difference.”

“Unfortunately so,” she nods, looking up at you with a sad smile. “You take care though, okay sweetheart? And good luck on that new job opportunity you got. If you ever need anything once you get moved into your new place, don’t hesitate to give me a call.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Patterson. You take care yourself.” you smile, giving her a small hug before walking over to where Dave is parked with his trunk open and giving Mrs. Patterson a small wave goodbye, placing the box in the back of his SUV and closing the back door. You quickly climb into the passenger seat and close the door behind you, turning to look at Dave with a tight, nervous smile. “Get us the fuck out of here and I’ll explain everything on the way.”

“Okay?” He chuckles, putting the vehicle in gear before pulling away from the sidewalk and starting your several hour drive far away from here. Once you’re far from your previous apartment building you breathe out a relieved sigh, turning and looking at Dave with wide eyes.

“That woman, my previous landlord...is the aunt of my now dead stalker.”

“Get out. For real?” He asks, glancing over at you with raised brows.

“Yeah. She told me how her nephew was found mugged and murdered in an alley a few blocks away…”

“That explains how he was getting into the building and even found you to start stalking you.”

“It all makes sense now, yeah.” You sigh, reaching over to rest your hand on top of his own, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Thank you again for everything. I truly don’t know where I’d be without your and your help…”

“How many times do I gotta tell you, baby, you don’t need to thank me anymore,” he chuckles, bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “Now that my divorce is final, I’m excited to start a new life with you...a safer and more happy life.”

“Me too, Dave. Me too,” you whisper, leaning over to press a quick, firm kiss to his cheek. “To the future.”

“To the future,” he grins.

“Hey,” your brother’s soft, low voice captured Pedro’s attention and Pedro quirked a nervous brow in question. “Go talk to her. She really likes you.” He spoke low enough that only they heard, quirky little smirk on his face as he nodded in your direction which Oscar elbowed him in the side at. “What? Just saying. I know she’s too shy to come over and introduce herself, so.” “Alright. I can handle that.” Pedro smiled, standing from his seat on the small couch and quietly making his way toward the kitchen.

You were still standing between the fridge doors, your eyes closed for a moment as you took in several slow, deep breaths.

“Need help picking out a drink?” A chuckle sounded from behind you and you immediately recognized the voice as Pedro’s. “Or is there some sort of door to another dimension hiding in your fridge?”

You smiled at his words, letting out an almost inaudible giggle as you bit down your lip and opened your eyes again, turning your head to look at him with a shy smile.

“I was trying to summon the chocolate milk fairies, but to no avail.” You sighed dramatically.

Pedro grinned at that, already falling into the adorable little pit that is you. Chocolate milk fairies? She’s something else. He knew it, felt it the moment he got that first good look at you when you first walked into the kitchen, but he wasn’t going to admit it. Not yet, at least. You were much younger than him, pretty much half his age, which honestly, he might have secretly preferred… He was just unsure if you were comfortable with an older man. Plus, love takes time and during the time that he spent talking or physically spending with you, he wanted to get to know you better. And he did.

The two of you talked a lot after that night. The first few weeks spent sending or receiving good morning texts, which then turned to sending each other snapchats after you convinced him into downloading it just to talk to you. Weeks of constant back and forth silly snapchats turned to finally getting the chance to hang out with each other after Pedro finished some filming that took roughly two months. You no longer felt shy around him, your bravery having taken control the night you met and allowing you to be a normal 25 year old female around her celebrity crush.

The first night you hung out together,  your brother was away for some sort of band meeting he’s a drummer, so you had the apartment to yourselves and decided to watch a movie together and just relax.

“What would you like to snack on, mister? Popcorn? Potato chips? Waffles?” “Waffles?” Pedro laughed, appearing in the roomy kitchen right behind you after coming from the living room where he was getting the movie set up for you to watch. “Well, I don’t know what kind of foods you snack on for movies,” you laughed softly in return, turning around to tilt your head. “Hmmm...what do 45 year old men snack on?” You hummed in thought, which he laughed at. “Cap’n Crunch, mostly.” He smiled. “Oh yeah, that’s right!” You giggled, your mind thinking back on his GQ interview. “Oooh wait!” You turned around to look in the fridge, grinning when your eyes spotted the tray of mixed berries in the back. “We have berries. How about berries?” “Berries will do,” his smile was now a grin, adoring the fact that you remembered that little detail about him from a previous interview. “Good. So berries to share and maaaaybe some potato chips in case I’m craving something salty too.” You smiled, grabbing the tray of berries from inside the fridge and closing the door before setting the fruit on the counter, opening the snack closet next to grab a bag of potato chips from inside. “Why not eat the whole damn pantry. Jesus.” Pedro laughed as he gazed upon the slew of snacks littering the inside of the food pantry you used for snacks, giving his head an amused shake. “Trust me, 90% of that is all my brother.” You laughed, closing the door to the pantry and turning to face Pedro again. “Drink?” You asked with a smile. “Water will do just fine, actually. Thank you.” He gave you a warm smile before grabbing the tray of fruit from the counter and carrying it into the living room to set on the coffee table, giving you a smile when you joined him with two bottles of water and the chips, handing him one of the waters. “Thank you.” “You’re quite welcome.”

Once the two of you settled on one of the couches and got the movie started, you began digging into your snacks. You were sitting close to each other, but not too close that you were obviously in each other’s personal space. You were comfortable, to say the least, and somewhere along the way as the movie continued playing and it slipped later into the night, you ended up fast asleep while curled right against Pedro’s side. He didn’t mind, of course, you looked so peaceful; but you also looked beautiful when you slept and he would hate to take that view away just to move you to your bed, so he stayed like that, curled up on the couch with you while you slept in the comfort of his embrace.

That’s how most nights ended when you did get to see him despite his busy lifestyle and as much as you wanted to apologize for always falling asleep on him when he visited, you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. You knew he didn’t mind since he let it happen every single time, but there was also something unspoken about the situation and you knew it wasn’t a topic to discuss until the right time.

Which is what brings us to present day, which alcohol apparently believes to be the best time to bring up what’s been eating at you for almost a little over a year now.

You and Pedro are hanging out at his place for once, seeing as your place is your usual hangout spot, and it’s a nice change in pace and scenery. Things feel much more relaxing at Pedro’s apartment and there’s a sense of peace you feel here that you don’t feel at home, which can also contribute to why you’re feeling more confident tonight. That and the few alcoholic drinks deep that the two of you now are.

The television is playing some random movie on Netflix more for background noise than anything, neither of you paying much attention to what’s on since you’re too engulfed in your current drunken more so you than Pedro even though he is a little inebriated game of Gin Rummy to even care. Pedro would rather look at your adorable concentration face than any film Netflix has to offer and honestly, he just can’t keep his eyes off of you right now.

“You’re so beautiful…” He says it so quietly your ears almost don’t pick it up, but immediately your cheeks are going a deep shade of crimson from his words.

Pedro’s never verbally expressed how beautiful he finds you before, so the sudden confession has you feeling beyond flustered and the alcohol isn’t helping you either.

“I truly could sit here and just stare at you all day, absorb all that beauty and have it ingrained in my memory forever.” His words are barely slurred, but you can still tell he’s had several drinks since the night began.

You chew your lip, looking up from your cards to meet his gaze. You’re almost surprised to see so much adoration hidden behind it.

“Thank you,” is all you whisper before you set your cards face down and take in a small, deep breath. “Mind if I use the restroom?” “Go for it,” he smiles, setting his own cards down and watching while you get up to head to the bathroom. His gaze lingers where you disappeared for a long moment before finally turning it to the movie playing on the TV, letting himself get lost in the plot a bit while you relieve yourself in the bathroom.

You’re not actually in there to pee, you’re more there to stare at yourself in the mirror and will yourself to see what Pedro sees. If he finds you so beautiful, why doesn’t he ask you out? Why does he consistently allow you to fall asleep on him the way you do, but not do anything to further your relationship? Is it because he just doesn’t see you as more than a friend? Maybe you’re not even worth being more than a friend. Your mind is racing and you just need to get answers, answers to questions you’ve been asking yourself for quite some time now.

Deciding enough is enough, you splash some water on your face, dry tour hands off and take a deep breath before making your way back out to the living room. Pedro is still sitting on the couch with his gaze glued to the TV and with a small bite of your lip, you retake your position beside him.

“Pedro?” Your voice comes out quiet but not unheard and he looks over from the flashing TV screen to look at you. “Yeah?” “What’s stopping you?” You mumble, staring down at your lap where your hands are resting. “I’m sorry?” He tilts his head, muting the TV so he can hear you better. “What do you mean?” “I mean…” You take a deep breath, fiddling with your thumbs. “You like me, right?” “Of course I do.” He replies, reaching over to rest his hand over your fiddling ones to get you to look over at him. “And you enjoy spending time with me?” You sniffle, not even realizing there are tears slipping down your cheeks until Pedro reaches up to wipe them away, gently cupping your face in his warm hands and making you meet his gaze. “Of course, Y/N. Why are you asking such things?” He frowns, his eyes tracing over each inch of your distraught features. “I just…” You whisper, shaking your head as you flutter your eyes shut, trying your best to keep your bottom lip from trembling. “You care about me?” “Yes,” he states simply, the soft, concerned look in his gaze still there as he looks over your face, his thumbs lightly brushing against your cheekbones. “Then...then why haven’t you asked me out yet?” Your voice wavers and cracks and just the very sound makes it feel as though his heart is shattering into a million pieces.

Pedro never wanted you to feel any of these emotions, to see you in tears over him, but inevitably you are and although it wasn’t his intention, it is kind of almost entirely his fault for not expressing his true emotions to you.

“Y/N…” He murmurs, brushing his thumbs against your cheekbones some more. “Look at me, miel.” You do and when your eyes finally open again, he’s giving you the most sincere look. “I love you, querida. Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me, it’s just that...I’m older and I didn’t think y--” “Pedro…” You whisper, your glazed over eyes locked on his soft brown ones, the two of you gazing deeply into each other’s eyes for several moments before you finally speak up again. “Your age doesn’t matter to me, Pedro… Your character does. Your personality is what defines you, not your age. There’s so much more about you than meets the eye and it’s why I love you.” “Y/N…” He breathes, leaning forward to capture your lips for a deep, passionate kiss, proving to you just how true his words are about loving you and showing his appreciation for your own reassuring words. “I love you.” “I love you,” you whisper, sighing in content as his forehead rests against your own. “Sé mi novia,” he murmurs, wrapping you in his arms and pulling you flush against his chest, his fingers gently brushing through your hair. “Be my girl,” he repeats in English and you couldn’t nod your head any quicker even if you tried. “Si,” you murmur softly, earning yourself a wide smile from Pedro. “Always…”

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