The next day, your sub was a little angry with you.

Erik had just thrown a tantrum because you never granted him the orgasm he craved. Not only that, but you would activate the boxers at the worst times. While he spoke with guards, T’Challa, or any other person, you would just press and leave the boxers on the fifth setting, making his knees give out. He would screw his eyes shut and take deep breaths.

Today began your week off. You both worked hard enough, besides the boxers in Erik’s case, to earn a week off. Not to mention that you could always work at home and your boss, best friend and family member, T’Challa, trusted in both of you to work from home and properly complete your assignments.

Getting up from your King sized bed, you noticed Erik began to prepare breakfast. The mouthwatering smells of pastries filled your home’s air.

“Hey, baby… breakfast’s almost done.” Erik spoke as he kissed your lips and dried his hands, having done the dishes.

“You, making breakfast? I wonder what’s gotten into you.”

“Hmm, let’s see. Maybe it’s my girl edgin’ me and not lettin’ me nut yesterday.” He replied, making you giggle. You rubbed his back and rested your face on his bicep.

“Besides, I always cook. You know how good my cookin’ is.”

“Your food is amazing.” You agreed.

With breakfast finished and the kitchen cleaned, you and Erik sat on the couch and watched his favorite movie. You granted him peace and some relief now since later on you would lure him to the bedroom.

You noticed how comfortable he was, resting his head on your shoulder and grabbing your hand. Erik’s eyes focused on the movie, allowing you to take the time to admire his features.

His usual sharp and focused eyes were soft and relaxed, his usual scowl replaced by a normal resting face. His golden brown eyes danced and took in every scene of the movie… the same eyes that would roll to the back of his head whenever you touched where he liked it.

Erik’s locs were also styled in braids. Those same locs you would pull whenever he disobeyed you.

His lips were also relaxed, like normal. He would usually chew on them and keep them somewhat frowned to go with his “serious face.”

How those plump lips would wrap around your fingertips and clit when told. From those lips came the best moans you’ve ever heard. Lips that grazed your neck and inner thighs on special nights.

The very thought of him and your time in bed made you shiver. Slowly, you stood up and stepped in front of him. Erik looked up at you with a curious glare, wondering whatever you could be plotting.

You sat yourself on his lap and wrapped your legs around him. Erik had moved forward in order for you to wrap around him comfortably.

You began to kiss his neck and hold him close, making sure he felt every kiss. Starting from his collar bone, you began to kiss up to his pulse, his sweet spot. You felt how his arms wrapped around your waist and kept you close as you teased him with your kisses.

He didn’t know why you suddenly began these amazing kisses, all he knew was that he loved them.

“Mmmm, Mistress…” he groaned as you felt a familiar poke under your thigh.. Along with the kissing, you began to slowly grind on him, giggling. Moving your kisses upward, you reached his lips and kissed them passionately. Your kisses were deep, slow and soft, taking your time to savor your lover.

Erik began to move his hands lower and lower until they reached your lower cheeks. Giving them a squeeze, he got a good grip and began to pull you forward and backwards, grinding himself against you.

His eyelids were low and eyes dark, mouth slightly opened, his breath hot and heavy, chest rising and falling with each huff.

“Fuck” he moaned, his dick fully erect now. You kept kissing him and allowed him to grind up against you.

“What do you want, baby?” You asked sweetly as you stopped kissing and with both hands, cupped his face.

You made eye contact with your sub and saw how desperate and horny he was already. Erik closed his eyes and focused on the pleasure the slight friction of your grinding against him provided.

Small whines left his lips, making you chuckle.

“Use your words.”

“Take me, mistress…” he begged in a low voice, opening his eyes. “Since you asked so nicely,” you smiled, “go to bed and wait for me, naked. Get ready while I go up.”

Nodding, Erik gave you a last kiss before letting you off and walking upstairs to your shared bedroom. His dick was painfully erect and uncomfortable inside his sweatpants. He slid them off, followed by his shirt. Grabbing the base of his hard dick, he began to softly stroke.

“Ah-ah! Don’t make me get the cane.” Erik heard from behind him, startling him. “I’m sorry, mistress.”

Raising a brow, you motioned for him to get on the bed, “get the lube out.” You told him, noticing how he nodded and reached over to the nightstand, grabbing said item and placing it next to him.

While your desperate yet obedient sub did as told, you went to the chest you had bought. Taking out your favorite lingerie, you smirked and undressed. You made sure Erik watched your every move. He loved your body. Even when you were punishing him, he took them time to admire you.

He loved how your melanin glowed in the sun and whenever the moon was full, how your soft, thick curls bounced, your dark brown eyes focused and darkened, your full, plump lips. It all drove him insane in the best way possible.

“What did I say? Hands off!” You barked as Erik had grabbed his cock ready to stroke.

“I’m sorry, mistress. You look so good,” he replied, eying you up and down. Humming, you finished trying your lingerie and bent down, your ass on full display. Erik gulped.

It was a black lingerie with a bow over your back, revealing your ass and front lips… his favorite. Your breasts were covered with a thin layer of lace. Not truly covering at all.

“Now, lay down for me, sweetie.” You spoke as you got your adjustable restraints. Erik nodded and laid down on his back, stretching his arms out for you to cuff him. You locked the cuffs and placed the key in the nightstand’s drawer. As for his feet, you had bought a bar with cuffs as well, but the feet were adjustable.

You had also grabbed the gag, placing it on. You kissed Eriks lips beforehand and his forehead after, letting him know how good he was behaving.

With your sub ready, you could begin.

Your first and second toys were a vibrating cockring, along with a fleshlight. Placing the toys next to his legs, you grabbed the edible lube and poured a generous amount on your palms. Lubing up the toys, you continued with Erik. Stroking him slowly and softly, he moaned and arched his back, chasing your warm touch.

“Remember my rules…” you began, going back to the chest and grabbing your flogger, going back.

“No touching yourself, no moaning and no cursing… understood?” Erik’s eyes widened. “And most importantly… no cumming! If you cum without my permission, I’m gonna punish you with the plug again.”

Erik nodded and you decided what was best.

“As a matter of fact…” you reached and took off the gag, throwing it away.

“Now I’ll hear everything. So, let’s go over the rules.” You began, flogger in hand. With your other, you raked your nails over his abs, making him shiver.

“No touching, no moaning, no cursing and…” he softly spoke as you rubbed his inner thighs. “And?”

“No cumming without your permission, mistress…”

“Good boy. Do you remember your safe words?”

“Green to continue and Red to stop.”

“Perfect!”

You decided to tease him, knowing how desperate he was. Getting on the bed and facing him, you laid in front of him. Face down, ass up,

You grabbed the base of his hardened dick and kissed his tip, earning a sharp gasp. Slowly moving away, you began to trail kisses over his inner thighs, his legs, his navel and v-line, leaving him a shaking mess.

Erik bit his tongue to avoid the moans.

You slowly made your way back to his dick and without warning, you swallowed him. Arching his back, Erik balled up his fists and bit them, avoiding the moans. His eyes, however, teared up.

You are taking him all in your mouth and throat, humming and massaging his balls with your free hand. His breathing was hotter and heavier, his back still arched. Your mouth was so hot and your throat was so tight.

“Is everything okay, baby?” You asked, having taken him out of your mouth and stroking him.

“Are you sure I c-can't moan? Please?” Erik asked as he bit his lip. You said nothing and continued to stroke.

“Please? Oh shit! Oh shit! Please, Mistress! No! Please!” He begged, feeling you speed up. “Mistress, please, I’m gonna cum, stop!” He continued to beg. You stopped and got a better idea. Going back to your chest, you got a vibrator with a fleshlight attachment.

“You broke my rules, sweetie.” You began, seeing the dread in his eyes, “I’m gonna have to punish you.”

Sliding the attachment on, you turned on the vibration on the fourth setting. Your sub bit his lip, whimpering and arched his back again.

“Don’t you dare cum, Erik.” You growled as he nodded but whimpered. It felt so good.

He whimpered and arched his back. You grabbed your flogger and smacked him once, then twice.

Your sub was handling everything well, having learned his lesson for the time being. Erik’s breathing and gasps filled the room. Until he opened his eyes and left his mouth agape.

“Are you okay?” silence followed.

“Erik, are you okay?” You repeated. Your sub nodded frantically.

“I’m about to cum!”

“Don’t you dare!”

“I won’t, Mistress!”

Letting your flogger go, you reached into the nightstand’s drawer once more to retrieve a blindfold. It was a velvet black, that you and Erik loved.

Tying it around his head and covering his eyes, you kissed his lips and once you tied the knot, you raked your nails from his chest to his thighs. Feeling every tremble.

You saw him bite his lip, open his mouth and draw in a sharp breath to avoid the noises threatening to spill. His eyes watered behind his eyes.

“Can I cum, please? Mistress, can I cum? Please?” Erik begged as he gasped again. You chuckled and grabbed the vibrator and began to move it up and down, softly pumping.

“Should you? So soon?”

“Yes, please! Please let me cum, Mistress!”

“Have you been a good boy?”

Erik shook and took frantic breaths, trying his best to ward off his fast rising orgasm. He could feel it all over his body.

“Please, Mistress, may I cum? May I cum please?” Erik begged as you smirked.

“Look at you… so desperate to cum.”

“Yes… yes, please, may I cum? I wanna cum for you!” He kept begging, breathing and tugging on his cuffs, trying to focus his mind on everything but the orgasm that he craved.

You ceased everything and untied his blindfold.

Erik looked at you, fearfully yet curiously. You knelt on the bed in front of him. With his eyes fixed on you, you knelt over his stomach, looking into his desperate eyes.

“Do you want to cum?” You asked.

“Yes! Yes, please! I wanna cum so damn bad.” Erik replied, seeing you bend down and place kisses over his face. Your scent was driving him insane. His dick rock hard and desperate to erupt.

“Earn it. Earn ya’ nut, baby boy,” you told him, going to his face and placing your lower lips over his. Erik began to feast like a starved man. Almost instantly you began to moan.

His lips and tongue worked wonders. You felt everything.

Grabbing on to the headboard, you moaned loudly. Erik would hum and whimper, having your taste all over his mouth. The closer you got to your own orgasm, the louder you would moan and the more you would sway your hips.

As your orgasm washed over you, you focused on breathing and calming down. Meanwhile Erik was having the time of his life, licking you clean and enjoying his meal. Getting down, you saw how lust filled his eyes. His beard and lips wet from your juices.

“Where?” You asked breathlessly.

Erik raised a brow.

“Where do you want to cum? My mouth, hands or pussy?”

“Pussy… I wanna be inside you so bad,” Erik replied, finally being freed from his cuffs and restraints.

He grabbed your legs and placed you over his dick, where he used your juices to coat himself with and slid in, earning a moan from you. His pupils dilated significantly as he sank himself deeper into your warm, tight walls. Your walls hugged him comfortably and made him shiver.

“Fuck, Mistress… always so always feel so damn good.” Erik moaned as he began to lift you up and down. You moaned into his ear, knowing how your moans turned him on, and held on to him as you allowed your sub to take control and chase after his well earned orgasm.

He fucked your walls harder and deeper, chasing his orgasm and your own as well, craving your wall’s contractions. Erik went faster and even deeper than before.

You felt his twitch and smirked, moaning his name and holding on for dear life as you both came.

Erik exploded inside you, flooding your insides with his hot seed. Your walls contracted against him and made him moan louder than before, chanting your name.

“Fuck, Mistress…” he breathed, collapsing on the bed.

“You earned it, baby boy. But don’t get used to it… I might not be as soft as before.”

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-

A/N: I’m trying my best to come back. As I said before, I’ve been truly struggling mentally and emotionally. I’ll try and slowly come back to posting as I did.

Erik had made the mistake of making a bet with you. You had to beat him in a game of 2k21, or you had to do all the cleaning in the house by yourself for a month. If you won, Erik would endure a punishment for a month.

A week had already gone by and to Erik, you had done nothing. But whenever he left for work, you would purchase different little items online for this week. You had planned to stay in for the next few days and truly take advantage.

Of course, all you told Erik was that you had made arrangements for him at work and that those days were for you and him. Just the two of you.

But now, you were expecting the last package with your items. One of your many purchases was a black chest with golden accents, with a lock and key, where you intended to hide the items once they all arrived.

The week went by smoothly and Erik had been soft around you, as usual. He was a vigilant man, nothing got past him, unless it came to you. He learned to trust you over the years.

Your torture would start today though. In the morning, while he showered, you decided to be nice and make him an outfit. Along with the outfit, you got out your first item.

Remote controlled vibrating boxers.

The boxers were a beautiful dark blue and it’s vibrating area was very well hidden in order to provide the sensations and hide any bumps. The remote was black and easily connected with the app you had downloaded the night prior. Once you were done, you resumed your own routine. Your lover didn’t know you would join him today, after all, a friend needed you and you needed to stay close.

Erik soon after got out of the shower and dressed, oblivious to your first step.

You left with him and when the first red light came on you reached into your right pocket where you had placed the remote. Biting your lip, you pressed the silent button’s first setting and the boxers quickly and silently came to life. Erik jumped and gasped.

His gasp was quickly followed by a groan.

“The fuck?” He questioned as he began to get a feel for the vibrations. It wasn’t enough to harden him. “What?” You asked innocently, “I can do anything I want. Besides, it’s only the first setting.”

You pressed again, activating the second setting. Erik’s quads flexed and another groan followed. This was the setting that began to torment him. He palmed his hardening dick through his pants. “Shit…” he sighed.

You giggled, making him come out of the beginning haze. You pressed again. Third setting, much stronger than the second. Erik placed both hands on the steering wheel to try and focus on something and avoid the embarrassingly loud moan that threatened to slip out.

“Why so quiet? Are you okay?” You teased, going to grab his hand. He moved it away. “Fuck me.” He groaned. You laughed, “soon.”

The red light soon after changed and Erik continued to drive.

The vibrations were starting to get the best of him. He felt his tip oozing the first drops of precum. His dick was completely hard and he became uncomfortable. But the more he moved, the more the pleasure intensified.

“Okay, stop!” Erik told you, parking into his spot at the Outreach Center. “We’re here. Don’t fuck me up too bad.”

You grinned, “I might. But you know how this goes. Behave and I’ll let you rest, fuck this up and I’ll punish you.” Erik huffed.

You unbuckled your seatbelt and another idea came to your mind.

“You can’t cum either.”

His eyes widened. “What?!”, you giggled.

“Yep! Matter of fact, here are my rules… no touching, no cumming, you can’t take it off and no begging. If you cum or touch yourself, I’m gonna punish you as soon as we go home. And, these boxers are thin.”

“So what?” Erik asked.

“So, if you do cum, you’ll have a stain on the front. And I’ll tell everyone what it was. My little sub dared to cum. You can only back out if you use your safe word”

Erik gulped and nodded.

“Also, you might wanna take some time and get your friend calm enough to get up.” You added as you pressed again. Fourth setting.

Erik’s mouth hung open as he watched you get up and walk inside the building like nothing happened. Now that he was alone, he moaned loudly.

He felt the vibrations intensity go up once more and another loud moan followed. He breathed quickly in and out, trying his best to hold off his rapidly approaching orgasm.

“Fuck…” he breathed.

He gripped the steering wheel as hard as he could. Erik felt his balls begin to tighten up, his legs and arms shake, he was going to cum. He couldn’t. But he was about to.

His dick began to furiously pulsate, his balls began to throb and his breathing became faster. Erik began to grind himself against the fabric of his pants when he remembered, this counted as touching himself. He couldn’t. The man’s moans grew louder and his brows were knit together, mouth opened. He was about to cum, and there was nothing more he could do. Just as he was about to orgasm, the vibrations stopped dead on their tracks. It was as if nothing ever happened.

It left him a shaking, shuddering mess. His dick and balls were throbbing and longing for release. Erik then began to calm himself down with breathing and thinking of other things, but his hard self made it almost impossible.

It would be a long day.

Once out of the car and continuing with his normal work routine, his dick went back to its soft self and was able to concentrate. You then walked over to Erik.

“Hi, baby. How do you feel?” You smiled as you grabbed his hand. He gave you a glare and you raised a brow. Getting the message, Erik kissed your forehead and cheek, “I’m okay…” he whispered.

Going back to work, Erik met up with T’Challa, his brother, who allowed him to take the job anyway.

“So, brother, tell me, how have the reports been coming up?” T’Challa asked with his usual smile. Erik went to reply, but instead cleared his throat, feeling the vibrations return. He almost zoomed out, focusing on not moaning in the middle of the hallway.

“Is everything alright?” T’Challa asked, noticing the change.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m just… I’m thinkin’ about Y/N. On what to get her? She got me a watch the other day and I wanted to give her something back, y’know?” Erik lied, thankful he was able to get through the whole explanation without moaning or groaning.

“Oh, if you are interested in jewelry I can call a friend. He can help you get the best at a good price,” he smiled, obvious to the fact that his brother was being edged.

“For real? Send me the number when you can. But the reports are pretty good, I’mma send them to ya’ lat-Oh!” Erik groaned as he almost allowed the orgasm to follow through.

“N’Jadaka, are you sure you are okay? If you feel sick or tired, you are free to go home and rest. There is no shame or punishment.” T’Challa spoke as he placed a hand on Erik’s shoulder.

“Thanks, T. I’m just tired tho, a lil’ coffee gon’ fix me up.”

Erik walked into the nearest bathroom and covered his mouth, begging himself not to cum.

T’Challa walked over to your office and smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You are toying him again, aren’t you?” He asked as you gasped with a smile.

“Did he moan? Groan? What gave it away?”

T’Challa laughed loudly.

“No, he did not. But when he spoke to me, he almost did. He does look close”

“Close?”

“To making a mess in his own pants. Make sure you have a second pair.”

You smirked.

“Oh no… he can’t cum, can’t he?”

“Nop! Not until I say so!”

“You are cruel. But I still like you. Just make sure he does his job. I know you are both responsible but with your little game his mind might wander more than usual.”

You nodded and smiled, “don’t worry, we will.”

However, Erik was still in the bathroom, having been edged four times. His dick was painfully hard and the precum continued to ooze out of his slit. Your little sub was fighting for his life not to cum or even think about it, but it felt amazing.

This would be tougher than he thought.

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E: Come have dinner tonight with me? (1:32pm)

E: Please. (3:45pm)

You debate for a moment. You hadn’t seen him in two weeks, you had to work out of the country and you didn’t want to admit that you missed him. You’d told him not to cum, but you knew Erik. He’d probably done it anyway

Y/N: See you at your place. (6:49pm)

You weren’t a fan of going to his house, it made it too personal, but you never turned down food. You arrive, and you hear him outside.

“Man! Why the fuck can people not listen around this motherfucker! I said do the fucking inventory in the morning Stace! You don’t listen to shit.”

“You didn’t say that! You said-,”

“Ey, naw, I know what the fuck I said! God damn! You don’t listen. Get the fuck out.”

“Fuck you Erik! I been counting this shit for you for years and I don’t have to put up with that shit.” You turn the corner stepping into the back door where they were. “You want something done you fucking ask!”

“Fuck you! Get the fuck out or are you fucking deaf!” He tosses the papers to the floor and they fall at your feet. “Y/N.”

You give him a smug smile stepping over the papers. “Mad?”

“Always, dumb fucker.” Stacy says leaving the house.

“What the fuck ever!!!” He says slamming the side door and rejoining you in the kitchen. “Y/N, you should use the front door babe.”

“Why were you yelling at that damn woman like that?” You place your keys down on the table and pull the chair from the table. Erik reaches for a chair and you shake your head. “No, N’Jadaka I didn’t tell you to sit.” You smile and he looks at you. “Now speak…”

“They fucking shit up.”

“So you gotta yell at her. You’re her fucking boss, tell her to do it right and she should do it. Let me teach you how it’s done since you’re confuse baby” You shrug out of the jacket revealing your short dress. You spread your legs and look up at him. “Fucking kneel for me N’Jadaka… Tell me what you see.”

Erik drips to his knees and his eye level with your pussy. He pulls his teeth hungrily over his lip. And all that rage was gone instantly. “I missed you Queen.”

“Did you cum while I was gone?” You ask dipping your finger into yourself with a soft moan. “Answer me?” You stroke your clit over and over feeling the tingle of nerves come alive each time you touched yourself. “Now.”

“Yes.”

“With…”

“My hand…” He says with his eyes locked on the swift movements that were going on below. “I missed you.”

“Oh, I’m sure. I wanted you to wait so you could fill me with all that damn lust you’d saved from me, but like your employee… you don’t follow fucking directions.” You retrieve your fingers from your pussy and rub them down Erik’s lip. Then you place your finger in his mouth. “Suck.”

Eagerly his takes your finger in his mouth sucking all your juice from it and you take it back out. “Let me taste you.”

“I just did.” You pull the chair closer sitting in the chair and put your feet on his shoulders. “You too greedy sometime Erik. Too mean to people and you shouldn’t be. Your feet toes trace down his jawline and then to his lips. “Suck.” You smile. Erik hesitates but starts kissing your feet and then he sucks you softly and kisses down to your inner thighs. You grip him by his dreads before he makes it to your middle and shake your head. “I don’t think you’ve earned that yet.”

“Queen.”

“No begging yet baby, stroke yourself. Show your Queen what you were doing when she asked you not to cum?” You fold your arms over your chest closing your legs. “Now.”

He pulls himself from his shorts. He’s swollen, rigid and upright. You raise your brow watching him stroke himself first slowly as he admires your entire body. He circles his tip and then goes faster for a second and slows down relishing in his own forceful tugs. You open your legs wide for him and push your fingers back into your body.

“Tell me what I feel like N’Jadaka…”

“You’re so fucking soft Queen, like velvet or silk.” He pauses and you watch his veins in his neck strain. His dick flinches he was literally ready to cum at the mention of what you feel like. “Fucking perfect, Queen.”

“And how does Queen taste?” You’re wicked pumping your fingers faster placing one leg on the table to get a better view. “Hmmm, tell me.”

“Like heaven, so fucking sweet.” He stops controlling himself. “May I cum?”

“No N’Jadaka… but keep fucking stroking.” You go faster throwing your head back picturing him flicking his tongue over your clit and diving into you. You lose yourself going harder and faster until your coming around your own fingers. “Oooo shit… did you see that baby… come clean it up.” Erik is against his stomach hard for you he crawls over to you placing his head between your legs devouring your cum like he’d never tasted it before then you feel his cum hit your leg. Both of his hands were on your thighs, so he’d just cum from the damn taste. You smile cheering for yourself inside. You grab his chin. “What’s this?” You swipe it from your leg tasting the salty cum and shaking your head. “Someone has to be punished now.” You push him down on the floor shaking your head as you retrieve the handcuffs from the bed. “That’s the second time I told you not to cum and you did N’Jadaka. I’m disappointed. Hands up.” You secure the cuffs around his hands and grab your rope tying them to the heavy table. “Now I got to work you back up?”

Erik breathes as you straddle him. Your hands hit his chest and he flinches again nearly semi-hard again. “I wanna taste you.”

“I said no.” You say slapping him playfully. You turn yourself around and admire him strained again. “I like to see you all tied up and whining you know that don’t you?” You slide down his body until your own is dick stroking yourself up and down on him. “Damn N’Jadaka I can feel that thick ass vein.” You wind yourself on him until the friction causes you to cum and you gush lightly on him.

Erik whimpers. “Please.”

“No, I didn’t ask you to beg. The answer is no. Remember who the boss is? Tell me.” You stand over him looking down with a smile. “I wanna taste.” You’re back on him dragging your tongue across that vein and he arches from the floor.

“Ahh shit.” He moans and then they turn to cries nearly, small whimpers as you take him in your mouth and suck. You bob up and down whirling your tongue over him until your teeth scrape him and his body is writhing for you. You stop and face him. “Queen…”

“You wanna fuck me?”

“Yes.” He sobs.

You reach up uncuffing him and immediately his hands are on your ass guiding you over his dick You sink down on him and Erik sits up fucking you wild. His hips slam into you over and over with hungry grunts accompanying each one. You realize he’s taken over holding your body to chase his own high and you don’t stop him. You relish in it. Erik snaps into you a few more times and you push him to the ground feeling he was close. “Enjoy yourself?” You whisper.

“Yes.” He says going slower as you take the lead bouncing on him with your feet planted firmly on the ground. He couldn’t stop looking at the way you rode him, slipping deep into you and then nearly all the way out until you engulf him again. “You feel so damn good N’Jadaka. How does this feel baby?”

He says nothing and your hand slaps his cheek a few times and you see those glorious gold canines you loved as he hisses trying to control himself again. “Good.” He cries. “I’m cumming Queen, Can I cum?”

“Yes.” And he’s out of you spurting his cum up in ribbons on his stomach. “Damn Queen.”

“It’s Y/N.” You kiss him. “I hope this food is still warm.”