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Smoke stood there yelling trying to calm down the group of hysterical night goers who now found themselves in an impossible situation. A situation that shouldn’t be a reality but let the old tales tell it, it was just as true. 

And now your small group of survivors is finding that out. 

The lively party under the moon light quickly taking a turn after unwanted guests arrived odd and full of smiles. 

It started with that Mary woman who had flirted her way in. She was out of place here and maybe that’s why Stack seemed so intrigued. He never could turn down a mystery, your wild boy.

Now there was no way out that any of you could see just yet but you knew Smoke would think of something, he always did.

Pearl wailed in front of everybody, her body shaking uncontrollably as the other women rushed surrounding her, trying to give some comfort.

You seen Delta take that moment to approach Smoke who was deep in thought, closer to the front door than anyone else. That far away look on his face when he was racking his brain for a solution. 

The realization that Stack had become a night creature, a vampire from the folklore of time immortal, from tales stretching across the world in different cultures, different languages was unfathomable. He had become whatever they were and it was settling into the group with dread. 

But none more devastated than Smoke and you. 

Now while Smoke was thinking of this with the rationality of surviving you just couldn’t accept this. 

“Smoke what we gon’ do without Stack?” Delta tried to whisper. He was unsuccessful because you could still hear him even with the group of women between y’all. 

You feel the room spinning again and you just need a moment. Hearing him speaking of Stack in that way had the air rushing from your lungs. No not Stack. You thought. Not like this. 

You know Smoke said for everyone to stay together and away from the walls, the doors, the windows any part of the foundation but you just need a moment because you feel like you can’t fucking breathe. 

Everyone is occupied when you slip away silent in your kitten heels you had choose for the night, your careful to not make noise with your form fitting dress that’s decorated with beadwork at the hem. All night the dress had swayed and shinned in the low lit speakeasy. You had danced all night your dress adding its own sound to the lively music with the heavy beadwork while switching between the strong arms of your boys during every song when the other wasn’t busy. 

Stack danced with you and Smoke would just hold you and kinda sway as you danced on him. Ever the serious one. 

You find yourself in the smaller back room that’s used for storage with a back entrance. Even though you needed a moment the small space was quickly becoming suffocating causing your grief and disbelief to swell within you. It choked you. Now you felt like you were standing out in the fields on a hottest summer Mississippi day. You felt like you were dying.

You quickly realized you were hyperventilating. You needed air. 

Over your deep breathing you hear softly yet unmistakably beyond the door “It’s ok baby”. Your blood goes cold and your body freezes. 

“Stack?” You question softly as your eyes start to water while staring straight ahead of you. 

“Yea, it’s me baby” He says in his familiar thick accent. 

“Ho-how?” You stutter in disbelief. How’d he know you were back here? Out of everyone it could have been how’d he know it was you? Was he alone? So many questions ran through your head without ever making it to your lips.

“Baby I knew it was you. Don’t cry babygirl just open the door fo’ me” He coo’s softly. 

“I-I can’t” you replied sounding even unconvinced to your own ears. It feels wrong to deny him. 

“Why? Baby I don’t wanna be out here no more all alone. let me in so I can get away from these crazy crackers” He mutters a little bit impatiently. That bit wasn’t your Stack. Stack out of the both of them always was patient with you, it was almost sickening how he caved for you. 

His patience’s with you gave people the false hood of a saint when his reality was he could flip in a moment. Just like Smokes quietness and how gentle he was with you gave people a false impression of calm man. They were both ticking time bombs on any given day, at any moment. 

“And it’s really you Stack?” You ask again begging your mind to believe what your heart does. That he’s still in there somewhere. 

It’s quiet for a moment before he's able to muster an almost forced reply. “Of course-“

“The hell you doing?” You hear barked behind you in that deep Mississippi drawl. 

It’s not even seconds later when you feel his presence behind you and his large hand gripping your arm yanking you slightly back.

“It’s Stack! We have to help him! Let him in! Please Smoke!” You beg facing the other half of your heart, staring up into Smokes eyes. You seen the anger and the hurt swirling in the deep brown.  

“It ain’t him!” He yells down at you as he towers above you. His handsome face menacing as always. 

You’re not sure if everyone had come back with Smoke or if they’re just getting there but you feel everyone’s eyes on you. You know they must think you crazy. You seen what everyone else outside the speakeasy did to eachother yet here you are begging for Smoke to find a way to save Stack, bring him back to you.

“Oh come on now no fighting with our babygirl, just open up fo’ me twin” Stack taunts from the other side of the door. 

The sound of his voice has you staring at the door with your conviction growing before Smoke is pulling your attention back to him. 

“Aye. Hey baby look at me that’s not Stack. Not no more” He tries again with concern flickering in his eyes. He’s not sure what will happen if he can’t get you to accept it. His stomach turns with the thoughts of all the possibilities. He can’t loose you too. Not now not never. 

“Please! Please I can’t-I can’t leave him out there!! He’s not safe” You begged staring up at him. Your eyes pleading with him to understand. 

But that flicker of concern is quickly extinguished by the anger that replaces it in his brown eyes. He’s shaking you as he turns you to face him. He needs you to understand.

He yells your name full of anger. “You’re not safe if you let him in! He’ll kill you and everyone else in this fucking place!” He roars at you. 

It’s starting to dawn on Smoke he may have to take more precautions if you don’t show him you’ve accepted what has happened to Stack.

You’re not sure why he allows it or if you’ve just caught him off guard but you yank your arm away and move near the door. 

You can feel the tension in the room at your sudden proximity to the door. There’s a small opening in the door just about your eye level in your short heels. It’s about the length of your middle finger and horizontal. 

“Stack pl-please baby please tell me it’s really you. You’re still my Stack, right?” You beg softly as you stare at Stack’s throat that you can see through the opening. Your fingers inching up to right below the hole.  He’s some how closer and your pointer finger ventures outside just barely to run along his full bottom lip. You shudder at the feel of his skin and how it’s something between hot and cool but not warm. It was odd and unsettling.

There’s a long pause and you can feel Smoke slowly move closer to you. 

The silence is deafening to you as your heart starts to pick back up. 

You see him shift a bit and when you crane you neck your able to see his eyes. You couldn’t see Stacks eyes before, not this close anyway since he changed.

They’re grey almost sliver and mostly lifeless, the brown warmth from them missing. But the guilt that flickers across them fans the embers of your hope. 

What is said next is so soft you almost don’t hear it if it wasn’t for the view you also had of his lips with the way he’s tilted his eyes to look down at you. 

But the rasp of his voice is unmistakable when he whispers “I love you” 

Your heart can’t take it and even if his eyes are different your Stack is still in there somewhere. Your hand rushes the door handle. 

It’s not Smokes booming voice behind you yelling “NO!” that startles you, it’s the earth shaking bang on the door in-front of you when you can do longer see Stack’s eyes that freezes your movements. Your hand inches from the handle.

The bang comes again as Stack yells “Let me in!”. Your body feels like you were just dumped into the Mississippi during winter. The cold realization settles over you. No he’s not your Stack, not fully at least.

Had he not banged on the door startling you, you would have surly opened it and thrown yourself into his arms. This was his way of showing you, your Stack that was still in there was trying to get through to you over the force that was consuming his body. He was trying to scare you.

The next bang is just as loud and aggressive and it causes you to stumble, falling back, your hands breaking the fall and scraping against the wooden floor as your bottom takes most of the impact. 

Your heart is racing faster than you thought possible as you stare up wide eyed at the door Stack continues to bang against 

“LET ME IN!” 

You feel Smokes rough hands wrap around your waist pulling you up. His arms wrap around you as you snob in your hands. His full soft lips at your neck shhing and comforting you.

“It’s ok baby, gonna be ok, you safe with me” Smoke whispers softly against you. 

They always had their different ways of dealing with you and it just worked having both of them. It wasn’t unusual for Smoke to be so soft with you but it didn’t happen as often as it did with Stack. Smoke was definitely your grumpy one, hardly if ever smiling if it wasn’t for you. 

They both came in your life at the same time sweeping you off your feet without even trying, They both pulled you in in their own way true to their own personalities. When you realize that you couldn’t choose you decided you would walk away, and they refused to let you go. They decided it was only right to share you with boundaries in place over loosing you. It was by far nothing any of you had experienced before or would have been willing with anyone else. But here the three of you were years later. You never looked back. 

“You and your man could be together and even better if you come out or let us in little lady” It’s another voice the room full of people hear, his voice, the white man who brought this hell to their little speakeasy paradise.

“Such a pretty pretty thing, we’d make you a queen” he continues with a groan almost like he was thinking of how your blood would taste or maybe even more sexual thoughts. Either way it caused you to shudder in Smokes arms pressing more into him. 

You know you aren’t mistaken when you hear a familiar growl. It’s not him it’s Stack. The sound causes your stomach to turn a bit knowing that’s the part of him that’s still Stack. He was always so jealous it was a wonder he was able to handle the relationship of 3. Even turning didn’t seem to change that in him. It was a sound you heard many many times before. A man any man would be beat within an inch of his life for disrespecting Stack or Smoke by gazing upon you for a moment too long. 

You’re not sure if you should be happy or devastated by the realization. Apart of you wants to be with him, be whatever he is now. Stay by his side like he had always been by hers. 

But then you feel the warm squeeze of Smoke’s arms behind you and his hands turning you into his chest as the tears you didn’t notice start again keep falling. 

Smoke’s large hands grab your face softly and his thumbs wipes the tears away. You couldn’t give up, not when you still had your Smoke. You had to fight for him even if that meant letting go of Stack or whatever Stack had become. 

His face is close to yours making you hold eye contact. 

“Shh baby m’ here, you safe. Just stay here with me” He says watching you, you nod finally giving him some relief you’re starting to accept this night and the twisted turn of fate. “If that was still Stack he’d want you safe baby. We both know that. He’d want you safe and with me.”

You shake your head in understanding but it doesn’t stop the tears. He leans in to softly kiss them away. 

“We gon’ be good. Ight baby? I got you.” He promises holding your eyes in place with the conviction in his. 

And you believe him. Not matter how impossible the situation seemed you believed him to always come through for you. 

“Did y’all hear that? Where’s that coming from” Delta panics leaving the room to search for the source. 

You steal a glance back and notice that Stack is still staring through the opening as Smoke pulls you away. 

“I love you” you whisper back with a finale look before turing into Smoke’s embrace as he leads you safely away from the temptation of his twin. 

Smoke knows that Stack is still in there somewhere but his bloodlust seems to be his main controller and  he can’t let you hold out on hope and get yourself killed or worse turned trying to prove your love. Trying to prove Stack is still in there. 

So he keeps you close as possible as they enter the main room following the rest of the group. 

“I love you Smoke” you say softly as you stop and look up at him. 

Smoke knows you do just as much as you love Stack, you’ve never shown favorites. He loves you more than he’ll ever be able to say, you both know that. After tonight though he might have to work on being able to tell you just how much he does. 

Smoke doesn’t care what happens tonight as long as he gets you safely away from this. Not only for himself but for Stack too. 

You continue your stealth mission of making a quick pasta alla vodka as your post sex meal while you waited for the inevitable knock at the door of the two story penthouse. You had received the call only moments ago about her unexpected -though you should have expected it- arrival and request to come up from the doorman. 

A soft replied “of course” and you knew she’d be making her way up determinedly. Her steps quick and sure of herself not too different from your own. You couldn’t help but smirk to yourself about his taste in women even if it wasn’t the same.

You move the pot to another burner to let the sauced noodles cool a bit. As heavenly as it smelled you didn’t want to risk burning your mouth and being out of commission. You move to grab your favorite plate as the knock at the front door finally sounds through the first level of the living space.

Setting the plate down you head to the door a little hastily hoping it wasn’t heard through out the penthouse. Your bare manicured feet come to a stop as you open the door slowly and pose a bit. The dramatics absolutely necessary in this moment. 

You watch her eyes travel up your body and then widened in surprise as she finally takes your face in. 

“When the fuck did you get here?” She asks in complete shock but relief. 

“Last night technically this morning” you smile cheekily at her as you move aside allowing her in as she moves forward. You can see her brain working trying to figure out how she missed this.

“But-“

“I know” you say locking the door and following her into the kitchen.

“I should have fucking known” Zosia scoffs to herself. 

“What does that mean exactly?” You ask laughing a little as you grab two take away containers. 

“He would never turn his phone off and now it makes sense why it’s off and he’s not somewhere dead” she sighs almost annoyed but relieved. (Zosia and anyone who knew anything about you being with Harry knew when Harry starts being late it was because you were in town. Never MIA though this was new and Zosia was curious how the gangster would handle going missing involuntarily with news Tommy is missing)

“Zo!” You scold her. That was something you never wanted to think about. 

“Sorry but you know the Harrigan’s think he got nicked or worse. He’s never not available when they call….and only slightly busy when your..here but never just not available” her statement as reminder of the unbearable burden and dangers his job carries. 

You roll your eyes and flick your new nails dismissively in the air but Zo doesn’t take it personally she knows it’s not towards her. 

“God forbid he’s not ready to jump when they demand” you mumble as you fill the two small containers with food and pop the forks on top. 

“It seems too quiet, is he even here?” She asked ignoring your comment about their employers while looking towards the stairway. 

“Yes and he’s sleep so they’ll have to wai-“

“Gotta wake em’” she cuts you off gently but swiftly. 

“He’s sleep Zo, poor thing needs his sleep after what I put on him-“

“Ugh gosh can you not? He’s my fucking boss” she says eyeing you with her face turned up Ike she just tasted something sour. You just shrug as you lean against the counter facing her and the front entry way, your back to the staircase. 

“And if I refuse?” You question. She just stared at you like you both know that’s not an option not now and not with his line of work.

“You gotta wake em” she repeats. “He’s already going to be pissed you turned his phone off. You wanna make it worse?” 

“Oh I can handle him” you smirk at her watching her roll her eyes. 

“So-“

“Is that right love?” You hear mumbled softly beside you as you feel the brush of his nose, plush lips along your neck and his solid body press into your backside. From the smell and feel of him you could already tell he was freshly showered and dressed. How you missed him doing all that you have no clue. Maybe you were too freshly fucked senseless to notice while you thought you were cooking quietly. 

You gasp more from the feel of him than being scared as you shoot Zo a glare for apparently not warning you of the bear lurking up behind you. 

“Ok yea I’ll wait outside the door” she huffs as she turns toward the main entryway with her food. Harry moves in front of you, the mountain of a man blocking your view of almost anything else as he eyes you knowingly. You’ve been caught. You wouldn’t be able to plead your case that his phone simply died. 

“Oh! Brunch tomorrow and it’s on your tab for not telling your sister you are in town!” She yells as she descends down the entryway. You intentionally didn’t tell her your beautiful sister how had a different mother- hence you being American and her being British by nationality- because you wanted to surprise her but you did want just a day or two to have to yourself with Harry. He was a hard man to keep pinned down for longer than a moment. 

You roll your eyes as your hands find themselves laid on Harry’s board chest. 

“Yea ok. The usual spot!” You yell back as your eyes don’t leave his. 

He’s eyeing you with amusement and a hint of anger. You know he is pissed about you turning his phone off last night well basically early this morning but how else were you supposed to ganrentee yourself a grade a fucking session if you knew without a doubt his phone would ring he would have to run off? Not tonight baby you thought smugly to yourself while shutting it off. 

You landed around 2:30am and found yourself in Harry’s bed by 4am after he scolded you for not calling him to pick you up and how it was too dangerous to be riding around London so early and alone. Though you both knew you could handle yourself. The scolding didn’t last long before you were bent over the counter, cute panties and comfy lounge pants for traveling around your ankles, his face buried in your cunt. 

And just the same like the scolding you knew would come from turning his phone off wouldn’t last either. Harry was never really able to get mad at you. Frustrated yes annoyed even yes but mad never. That put you in a very rare group of people. 

Sometimes people who knew tried to use that to their advantage too. 

“You’ve been naughty since your pretty ass landed love, yea” he tisk above you. His serious blue eyes pinning you to your spot in front of the counter. You feel the beginning of butterflies in your stomach. 

“I-“ 

“Nah don’t and to ear’ it babe” he cuts you off. His voice is stern but there’s no real anger. He’s enjoying this just as much as you are. 

You pout as you look up at him. Then your hand is rubbing at him, feeling the thickness and length of him even while he’s soft before he can catch on. You feel his whole body stiffen at your unexpected touch. 

“Just wanted some time with you daddy” you mumble as you lean toward your soft lips kissing and nipping at his neck and up his chin.

He groans from deep in his chest as his buff solid body suddenly pushes you into the counter. The force causes the wind to knock from your lungs a bit. 

“Fucking hell” he grits as your pelvis ruts into him. You grip the counter while pushing on your tippy toes to try to get the friction lower and where you need it most as you feel your thighs start to slick. 

His large hand suddenly gripping your face, lips puckering slightly causes your rutting to falter as your eyes shoot open and land on his. 

“So you spoiled think you can just do what you want?” He questions as his hand grips you a bit tighter. 

“I-“ your words get caught in your throat when you feel his thick fingers brush over your lips and  you get lost in the feeling of the thick calloused

digits parting them to circle around your clit. 

“No panties love? Just walking around in my silk pj shirt with this tight little pussy out? What if it wasn’t Zo who came by? Hm? You’d like those men see what’s mine? See this wet pussy that belongs to me?” He asks the demand in his voice clear as he somehow expects an answer from you as he’s fingers work you good and fast. His voice getting huskier by the moment has he enjoys the feel of your wet pussy dripping down his hand so quickly. 

“Fuck” you manage to moan out weakly as you try to shake your head no, not really even sure what men he’s talking about because your brain isn’t functioning enough, just enough to answer him. 

You feel your body jerk as your orgasm builds quickly. You’re lost count since you arrived but this one feels different. Maybe because it’s rushed, maybe because you know he’s annoyed with you but also amused a bit at your bratty attempt to keep him to yourself or maybe it’s because you know someones waiting for him. Not just your sister outside his door but the oh so important Harrigan’s waiting for him to come save them, fix whatever problem they seem to find themselves in.

But he’s here making them wait a bit longer while he’s wrecking your cunt with his long thick fingers. 

The thought of it all is too much. The feel of him too much as you push your face slightly to the side so he can suck on your neck. 

You feel it closing in on you and you body starts to lock. His hand gripping your face tightly. His soft full lips sucking your neck. His fingers working you over fast and hard. He has no care to take this slow or let you savior it. Harry just wants you to cum before he leaves for God knows how long and you need to be quick about it. 

“You better fucking cum like a good fucking girl right now or I’ll walk out and leave you here crying on the floor waiting til I get back” he threatens in your ear before nipping it and pulling back to watch you. 

You loose it. Crying out you let the sensation wash over you as you twitch and your hips buck on his hand. The familiar feeling of your orgasm washing over you as the tears sip for your eyes at the overwhelming climax in the middle of his kitchen.

He watches you with a look you can’t quite describe or maybe you’re not ready too as you shake with the after shocks between his strong body and the counter while your slick drips down your thigh and his hand. 

He doesn’t pull away fully yet as you watch him bring his hand to his mouth. You hear the wet pop as he pulls his two fingers from his mouth. Wet but clean of your essence.

His mouth is on your without missing a beat and he kisses you passionately and it’s so sloppy as he licks onto your mouth letting you taste yourself and his minty mouth wash. 

You moan as he grinds into you, the familiar feeling of his hard cock sends your mind spinning. Your hand reach for his belt while you stand there dazed but his free hand stops you and you grown in protest.

“No. I gotta go babe” he says before pecking your lips that are still slightly puckered from his hold. 

You stomp your foot childishly.

“No. No” Harry says firmly. “I’ve had enough of that for the day love. Thought you were a good girl fo’ me?”

You want to be but it’s just not fair how little time you get with him.

“Fine. When will you be back?” you ask as you run your finger tips over this salt and pepper stubble, one hand slipping down his neck to play with the gold chain around his neck. You feel his body shutter under your gent touch. 

“Not certain but I’ll call ya yea?” He responds pecking your lips again and watching you nod before slowly back up and grabbing his food before he disappears down the main entryway behind Zo. 

You sigh as you send your sister a text. 

You: Make sure he eats

she responds moments later as you ascend the staircase with your favorite plate full of pasta deciding to unpack while you eat. 

Zo: I thought thats what you were for? 

You: 🙄

You: shut up, don’t make me come down and tag along as his to go meal when he gets hungry 

Zo:…

Zo: pasta it is sis 

The soft ocean blue eyes staring down at you practically drown out the sound of all the noise, the singing, the conversations near you, the screams of fans excited to catch glimpses of who’s been invited to the exclusive stage, a classic Marc Anthony song blasting from the DJ. 

It’s an absolute overload of both of your senses along with all the flashing lights but neither of you would under no circumstances change it.  

“I can’t believe you’re here” Austin says looking down at you with a loving yet lazy smile. 

He’s so relaxed here, even in public and you’re loving every second of it. 

“You think I’d let you come to mi isla and not welcome you properly?” You say running your fingers through sandy blonde hair that’s grown out since enemies filming ended.

His hands haven’t left your body since you surprised him in his hotel room earlier today. Honestly neither has yours. You surprised him at the perfect time, he had just he returned from the beach. Dripping wet, towel around his board shoulders, trunk hanging low. 

His tan golden to perfection from summer long exposure to the sun and a beautiful flush from his time here that will morph into that gold you love so much. His freckles popping against honey skin. 

Needless to say, you were on each other before any words could be exchanged but unfortunately for you both the dry humping happening on the king size bed between his thin swim shorts and your cotton thong was cut short when his phone rang. The ringtone for his manager blasting through the room. Reminding you both this was technically a work trip. 

You answered the door 5 minutes later when his assistant dropped off his outfit for the premiere. 

You didn’t have long before you both needed to be ready to head out. A few sweet kisses and a lot of self restraint on both of your parts later Austin was in the shower. You both knew if you joined neither of you would be making any events tonight and as much as you missed Austin you didn’t want to rush and you were dying to see Benito perform at home. 

Austin had extended the invitation, seeing it as the prefect time to finally sneak in a small vacation for you both in your country. You were born in the states but this would always be your home too. The home of your mother and all her relatives before her. Since you and Austin met and before even officially dating you both agreed you’d bring and show him La Isla del Encanto (the island of enchantment) or as you called it more lovingly Borikén. 

“Yea guess your right, I should’a known better” He chuckles as he leans forward a bit so his forehead lays on yours as you keep swaying to the beat, your body lightly swaying his with you. 

“Uh huh” is all you can get out as he captures your lips in a sweet kiss. A part of you is taken back, not because he’s being affectionate. He’s always affectionate just not so much so in-front of this many people. There are eyes and cameras everywhere but that is soon forgotten by you both as you get lost in eachother. It’s been a week and frankly that’s a week too long to be apart. 

“You taste extra sweet” he mumbles against your lips. 

You giggle. 

“You know I couldn’t turn down the quenepas that viejito was selling” 

“Or the-“

“Si, si, si the pastelillos de guayaba” you say rolling your eyes playfully as your noses brush. “And I wasn’t the only one” you say pulling back to eye him. You try not to think about how Austin first taste of a quenepa was the jelly fruit being slipped from your mouth to his in the back of the car service. You bit your lip trying to clear your head and focus. 

“Hmm you’re right but I still think it tastes sweeter on you” He says, his voice low as he pulls you back into a passionate kiss, his hand gripping the back of your neck. 

And like true lovers caught up in each other it takes the roar of the sold out stadium and playful push to Austin from none other then the man of the hour himself Benito to pull you part. 

You catch him winking and laughing as he continues walking, mic strapped to his cheek. The crowd goes insane from the unexpected sight of Austin Butler not only on stage but very comfortably hugged up with you. His other half. The recluse. His large arms firmly wrapped around your waist as you lean into him. Your body’s glued together like animals in heat. 

Austin notices the peak in the crowd, his cheeks burn hot as he dares to look up at the jumbo tron past your head to catch sight of his own eyes staring back at him and your red satin mini skirt a breeze away from giving everyone a glimpse. His hands are instantly slipping lower, down the hem of your red cotton lace corset and over your hips, cupping you at the cheeks to prevent any mishaps that would make you uncomfortable as he smiles graciously at the camera. The action causing his strong arms to flex and if Austin isn’t mistaken the crowd roars louder at both gestures. 

He shakes his head shyly as he smiles down at you, you’re completely unaware of your sudden spotlight as you softly kiss his throat. One hand gripping the curls at the nape of his neck and the other running your freshly done nails up and down one of his exposed arms. The air is thick with humidity even inside the venue and Austin can’t suppress the chill that your touch sends through him. 

After a few more seconds the camera pans back to Bad Bunny. Austin ignores the little voice in his head that says this will probably be all over social media tomorrow as he losses himself in your sweet but hungry touch. 

It’s not long into the show when Benito is back on the main stage and one of your favorite songs starts to play. Austin’s arms fall from being wrapped around your shoulders with your back against him to slipping back around your waist as you both keep facing the stage.

Your body starts to move to the beat as you sing the lyrics loudly along with the crowd. One hand stretched in the air the other holds on to Austin’s wrist, you playing with his new bracelet as you softly grind your ass into him. Your body’s the perfect height to be pressed right against the thickness of him. 

You know Austin was as affected as you, you could feel him. You couldn’t wait to get him back to your friend’s air bnb just outside of San Juan for some alone time tonight. You just prayed you wouldn’t ruin your panties before then. 

But that thought goes out the window when his hands grip your full hips and brings your perfect ass to a stop, a groan tumbles from his chest as a whimper escapes you in surprise as he grinds the heaviness of himself into your ass. You can feel the roughness of his pants as your skirt lifts a bit against him. You bit your lip to suppress the moan that threatens to leave you at the feel and riskiness of it on the smaller stage.

You could tell the edible he took was finally hitting hence his lack of restraint. You knew it wouldn’t be long before yours fully hit. You were starting to feel that tingly but you weren’t sure if it was from the high or Austin. They both had the same effect on you. 

You lean forward, hands on your knees as look over your shoulder. Your favorite part coming up, the part that deserves a good grind. 

Austin hardly registers Anthony playfully push his shoulder, laughing and cheering. Yelling for Austin to “keep up” when he notices your stance as his new friend is pushed completely against the wall of the casita.

Your eyes lock, ocean and shore colliding. All the thoughts of not dancing completely leave him when he watches the corners of your prefect lips turn up a bit in a small smirk, eyes full of hunger. A hunger Austin knows is only for him. Austin’s grin wide and unashamed to be your object of attention. 

He holds on like a man born to keep you in check as you grind on beat. Your curls and coils falling over your shoulder like waterfalls as your eyes and ass keep him in place. 

Part of Austin’s brain, the larger part is in the moment and the other knows he’ll need you to walk in-front of him on the way out if you both keep this up, knowing there would be no time to handle this here. 

The song transitions into the next bop and you come to a stand, your hips slowing as you pull Austin’s arm back around your waist. Your back colliding with his board chest as your head rest just below his chin. Austin’s face falls forward, his full lips kissing up your shoulder and neck til he nips your ear. 

“Watch it mama. Keep it up and we won’t make it outta this place and believe me when I say I’d rather ruin you where I won’t have to hold back” Austin mumbles, his words slow, from the shots and edible but undoubtedly sure. You bit your lip as your eyes roll. The tickle of his breathe, the weight of him behind you solid as a wall, the need in his voice, the threat of his words, all causing you to malfunction and clench around nothing as you squirm in your strappy high heels happy to be secured in his hold as your thighs rubbing together. 

Him, his whole look was driving you insane, low tailored pants hanging loose on his tanned slim hips, his Calvin’s showing. His arms completely exposed. His look tonight was a 11/10 and it didn’t help he was so fucking beautiful. 

You’re brought out of your “Austin spell” when you hear Darren cough on his drink next to y’all. You both look over with low eyes as he pats his chest, eyes wide as he avoids looking at you both. You’re thankful to be spared the embarrassment from Austin’s directer turned friend as he walks into the casita shaking his head trying to stop his coughing fit. 

You can’t help but giggle once he’s out of sight thinking how shocked Darren must be hearing shy so very polite Austin say such filthy things, if he only knew how PG that was.  

Your Austin had a mouth on him that made even your notorious potty mouth self blush. He had a sharp tongue in more ways than one. You shake the thought off and turn back to the show, snuggling into Austin’s arms before you drag him by his chain to the nearest bathroom. 

🌊

All the partying is finally done and the water that falls softly against your skin from the rainhead shower head is lukewarm, the light is low in the custom marble walk in shower. The same beautiful marble is digging into your knees as you grip Austin’s cock while you catch your breath. Your grip is firm as you work the length of him, eyes dancing between the beautiful soaking wet man towering over you and the perfect cock in your hand. 

Austin watches you intensely, thumb running back and forth soothingly as his large hand gently grips the crown of your head. Your curls are ruined and you’ll look like a lion soon enough but that’s a worry for another time because the man above you is completely worth all the time necessary for another wash day tomorrow. 

You kiss up the length of him, his eyes never leaving yours as his chest expands in a hypnotic rhythm. You kiss his tip before taking him back into your mouth down to the base of him, your tongue dancing along prominent veins before you gag around the sheer size of him. He hisses a curse while he grips your hair a bit tighter as you hallow your cheeks and suck him all the way back up to his flushed tip. His hips bucking. 

Austin’s movements are quick but gentle as he pulls you off of him with a wet pop, saliva still connecting your mouth to his hard cock even under the pour of the shower. 

“Shit” He groans “Come on baby need that pretty ass on the bed”.

He’s grabbing you and pulling you to your feet before your lust filled brain can catch up.  

The shower is off and a towel is drying you within moments before he drys himself. Your post shower body care routine will just have to be done in the morning you think as a naked Austin guides an equally naked you to the bed. 

He gives you a dazzling smile that would have soaked your panties had you been wearing any before you find yourself on all fours. The soft bed under you. 

You yelp as your body jerks forward when you feel the sting of Austin’s hand come down on your ass. 

“Mmm, been wanting to do this since I saw you in my room this morning baby” He rasps. 

You groan as you roll your hips gently. He’s gripping one side and you need both hands on you. You look over your shoulder to see where that other hand is and why he’s gone quiet. 

Your eyes fall on his face. Your breath hitches. His blue eyes are turning dark as a storm filled with hunger as he stares at down you, locked on your core. 

“Need a better look baby”

You hear no more words before you feel his other hand join and he’s parting you open for his greedy gaze. 

His eyes are so intense and needy you moan as you grip the sheets. You arch your back a bit more.

Austin groans when he leans back slightly to look at you. 

“Fuck baby, look at this greedy little pussy” he rasps, the sound of the crashing waves carrying his silky deep voice as he spreads you apart more for his hungry gaze. 

“I’m going to fucking ruin you” He vows with certainty. 

“Baby please” you whine at his teasing promise. You’re completely exposed and the mix of the ac and humid breeze from the oceans brushes over your wet cunt, you clench and your body shivers from the feeling. 

“Need you closer, just wanna make you feel good papi” 

Austin’s gaze shoots up to yours instantly. He bits his lip and nods before flipping you on your back.

All you see is the beautiful artistic ceiling before Austin quickly comes into view. Honestly the ceiling art could never. 

His smile is quick and devastating before it turns into something more primal. 

You’re not even sure when a pillow got under you putting you exactly where Austin wants you.

Strong arms cage you in. His lips captures yours as your legs automatically hike up around his slim waist and lock him in. 

The feel of his skin, the weight of him it always sent your heart racing. Being under him was an addiction. 

Austin’s forehead is resting on yours, both of you breathing heavy. 

“Need you so bad Austin” You moan when you feel his tip brush against your wet folds.

“Need you too baby-fuck ” Austin says as the head of cock catches your needy hole. 

Your hands fly to grip his shoulders as he pushes in the fat head of his cock. You both are groaning mess as he stills to give you a moment to adjust.

You yelp when Austin thrust up with sharp force, enough force to knock your head against the headboard if it wasn’t for him locking you in place with his elbows that cage you in at either side of your head. Your shoulders meeting resistance as he fucks into you. 

Your nails are digging into his back, you know the marks are red and deep a result of the force of how he fucks into you.  

He was completely surrounding you. Filling you complelety and so sweetly. The little pain you always felt at the stretch of taking him was the icing on the cake. 

“Shit baby you’re so wet, so tight” 

You don’t need Austin to say it you can hear just how wet you are. 

You feel Austin’s pelvis brush against your clit as he fucks into you deep. The stretch, the weight of him it’s all too much. 

It’s been a long day filled with lots of teasing so it’s no surprise it doesn’t take much for you both to tip off the edge. 

“Shit pretty girl I’m gonna cum, where-“ 

“Inside! Please papi, cum inside me. I need it all” You rush out as you feel yourself start to gush around the base of his cock. 

The groan you hear from deep within Austin’s chest shoots straight to your core and your whole body spams as you cum on his thick cock. 

“Fuck baby I’m gonna fill this pretty little pussy up” He raps in your ear, plush lips wet from heaving breathing as his intense orgasm rips through him. 

Austin’s rutting into you, face in the crook of your neck as he rides out his own orgasm. His thick seed filling you.

You aren’t sure how long your both laying there. Sweaty bodies completely wrapped in each other as the cool air with just a touch of humidity from the open window brushes of you both. 

Your body is at complete ease and you can feel the same in Austin’s body as he lays on top of you, careful not to crush you. 

The song of a few near by Coqui’s dance on the crashing waves. 

You tap Austin quickly. “You hear it?” You ask excitedly, a tired grin breaking out on your face.

You feel Austin smile into your neck and his body shake with a small laugh. 

“Yea I hear it baby, I can see why you love it so much” 

Your heart swells with pride. He isn’t just saying it because it means so much to you, especially with all the negativity sounding the beautiful sound with expats from the states but he truly means it. 

The scent of hibiscus strong and sweet under Austin nose, he’s used to tropical smell from your hair products but now it surrounds him. It’s everywhere here, in the soft sheets you’re both wrapped in. Every deep breath he takes and it relaxes him greatly, it helps pull Austin into a much needed deep sleep where the responsibility of the up coming press tour can’t touch him. Not yet. 

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He watched her as she stumbled slightly in her high heels to where he laid in their bed. How she had managed a whole night out with Val, Natasha and the other women in those things he’d never understand. She made it look so effortless, the way her hips and loose hem of her mini dress swayed with every step she took. Women were definitely magical creatures. His heart thumped against his ribs a little harder as he watched his lovely little woman approach. 

Even in the low lit room mostly covered in darkness he could make out every detail of her, maybe it had nothing to do with the ability to see as much as it did with the fact that he had memorized every part of her years ago. 

She was wearing a brown chain mail dress as she called it, her hair down and loose, very little makeup and matching high heels. How Thor had allowed her to leave him without taking her on sight, he could only make sense in her power over him. What she promised when she returned to him that night if he allowed her to leave unscathed by his need.

She stood at the side of the bed with her arms cross her chest, a slight frown on her beautiful face as she stared down at him. Thor lay slightly sitting up against the reinforced headboard. 

“What is wrong my love” He questioned up at her with genuine curiosity though he had a sneaky suspicion of what kind of mood she may be in. Even if she didn’t admit it, he was sure he knew what she’d need tonight. 

“I-you-“ She started before being cut off by her own hiccup.

“Do you need water little one?” 

“Yes, No! I- no listen” she started again before her voice drifted off and her eyes started to shift lower along his naked chest and torso before landing on the thin cool sheet that hardly did anything to cover his muscler thighs and slightly soft cock. 

She bit back a moan as Thor watched her pretty thick brown thighs clench within arms reach of him. His stomach fluttered slightly at the scene before him and at the sweet scent that started to fill the room. 

She seemed to focus on something she wanted to say to him before squaring her shoulders.

“Did-uh did you love that one uh barmaid on that planet..uh the..-“ she started determinedly as her buzzed mind would allow, her eyes rolling up as she tried to remember. 

“No” Thor answered swiftly and honestly as he cut her off. He was so sure it almost made her angry at him and it annoyed her more because it’s not even something to be upset about she should be happy he seemed so sure but her tipsy mind wasn’t fully on track yet.

She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes at him. 

“Wait, you didn’t let me fisnish you-you don’t know which one-“

But Thor was quick as he pulled her over his lap and into the empty space next to him, his large body quickly finding his place between her soft thick thighs. 

They both let a groan slip as their bodies came in contact. Thor’s bare cock between their bodies, laid snuggly against her panty covered cunt. The wet patch his veiny shaft rocked up and over making him groan. 

“It does not matter, I’ve loved none of them” he spoke truthfully again without hesitation, one arm holding him up as his eyes followed the moment of his cock. 

She felt like her world as spinning as she looked up at him. She knew she shouldn’t have but the mention of significant others, their ex’s and flings left her mind to wonder too much about Thor’s long life. It was something she really never let herself focus on in the few years they’d been together. But even the girls night out and plenty of shots couldn’t shake her mind from Thor’s earlier comment in front of everyone, about a planet so bizarre, it led to the new information of a one night stand. 

“Not even, not even, that one Loki said uh the” she tried. Remembering when she first met Loki, he had tested her by trying to rile her up with talk of Thor’s past lovers. Only to apologize shortly after when he realized for himself she was the one, the only one for his brother. But now that information did nothing for her jealousy. 

“No” was Thor’s firm answer as his body slowly rocked into hers harder. His deep eyes raking over her. She looked like a vision. Her hair all around her surrounding her head like an halo, breast basically coming out of her dress from the lack of a bra. Her chest heaving. She was an Angel, Thor was sure the only one in all the universe and she was his. 

“Thor! You’re not letting me finish!” She kicked her feet very childishly causing Thor to bite his lip to stop from laughing as he stared down at her. Nothing but amusement and love in this bright blue and brown eyes. “Ok the one from-“

“No. No. No and no, little dove the answer to that question will always be no” he said cutting her off again. 

His large hand grips her face, as the other continued to hold himself above her, as she stares up at him completely doe eyed and utterly in love despite her little outburst. He loved her all ways but this way, so open and so needy was one of his favorites, his cock twitched and thicken at the sight and feel of having her fully willing for anything he’d do beneath him. 

“Little queen, it matters not who you mention, who anyone could mention from over the centuries of my life. I have loved none of them, even when I thought it could be love you’ve came into my life and shown me how foolish of a God I was to ever consider that love” he spoke truthfully. 

The tears swelled in her eyes as she took him in, her fingers dancing all over his face before tracing her thumb along his bottom lip before he started to speak again. 

“Because in all these centuries, in all the galaxies, in all the universe I have ever only loved you, I could never have loved another, not when your love exist and even in death it could not fade” 

“Thor-“ she sobbed lightly. 

“Shhh little queen, I know, let me remind you there is only you for me, there is only we” Thor spoke against her fingertips, before sucking her thumb softly into his wet mouth and rolling his hips into her. She moaned at the contact of skin to skin, she hadn’t even notice Thor rip her thong, his veiny cock pushing up along her bare wet cunt. 

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You know you shouldn’t be doing this but you just can’t help yourself. In all honesty how could you be expected to control yourself and behave like a lady of a great house when HE exists, when he was fucking you completely stupid against this cold wall in a darken slightly hidden hallway in the fortress. 

You were extremely thankful this meeting of the great houses was taking place on Giedi Prime because not a living soul on this planet would dare speak of seeing the sight that the two of you made. Completely lost in each other, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he fucked into you with a desperate need, his muscular ass on display, your face full of pleasure as he bite love marks into your chest where your breast were fully exposed - because he knows there’s less chance of anyone seeing and he only even thinks of that for you and your honor - His plump lips pulling a nipple into his soft wet mouth to suck making you cry out.

Even your handmaids could be sent away and wait where they wouldn’t be spotted without you because he could do so on his own home planet though he probably could manage it on any planet he was that feared. You were lucky enough to sway your father to let you bring the only two you knew you could trust. 

You could hardly keep your thoughts together when a particularly hard slow thrust made you scream out. You knew you were caught letting your mind wonder. 

He tsked against your ear, his blacken teeth nipping the lobe before his tongue flicked it.

“Am I boring you my lady?” His deep raspy voice questioned in the deathly quiet hallway. 

“No my love, know s-sometimes can’t help it” You answered breathlessly as you pulled your head back, your hand cradling his cheek as your eyes finally found each others.

Sometimes you got too caught in your thoughts and worries about being found, something he didn’t like. He was the kind of man that didn’t like anything to take your attention away from him and with the limited time your both able to find to be together he demanded you were fully present with him at all times and if not he’d have to bring that pretty little mind of yours back to the situation at hand.

He smirked, it was then you realized he had pulled out. The empty feeling sitting in. 

“Then let me help you” 

Before you could respond his thick long cock was pushing past your sensitive lips and burying its self deep within you to the hilt. You choked on your own scream as his pelvis pulled back and snapped forward with another hard thrust. You felt every veiny inch of him within your slick tight walls. 

“Oh fuck” you moaned eyes rolling back as he continued his short brutal thrusts “oh Feyd, please”. 

“Please what?” His deep voice mocked.

“Please, please wanna cum” you mumbled hardly getting the words out as your head fell backwards into the wall.

“Would you let me fuck you like this in front of all of them? In front of him?” He mocked some more, the “him” carrying the hatred you knew he had for the man he viewed as weak that your father had promised you to. 

“Oh god yes! ‘M all yours!” You yelled desperately, pinned to the wall like decor, a fine piece of art as he drove his cock into you at that tortuous pace. It was hard, slow and deep. 

His large rough callous hands which were somehow still soft held your bare ass under your dress to keep you in place as he fucked you. His fingers tips gripped you so tight you were sure there would be bruising. 

“Let him see how wet I make you? How my pretty girl screams for me? Begging for my cock?” He rasped as his eyes bore into yours, your faces were so close at this point your sure you both were just breathing in eachothers breaths.

Your tight walls clenched even harder on his throbbing cock causing him to falter slightly, his hips needing a split second to get back into rhythm. 

“Fuck!” He roared in that unique tone of his, “Look at you getting wet like a whore” he spat at you, though there was no malice.

“Getting fucking wet when I talk about fucking you in front of him, is that what you want? Want him and the whole known universe to know that you belong to me? That you belong to na-Baron Feyd Rutha Harkonnen? Know how well you take my cock?” He gritted, the look of pure possessiveness in his blue eyes as his nostrils flared, his full bottom lip being pulled between his teeth.

You couldn’t help the tears that sprung, and your nails that dug into his back no doubt breaking skin, you heard the hiss pass through his lips at the pleasure of it but he was just fucking you so good, splitting you wide open on his cock and saying the most nastiness things a lady of a great house should never hear. He was speaking to you a way no one would ever dare and it was driving crazy you like he knows it always does. 

“Y-yes! Wan’ them all to know!” You moaned as your shaky breath washed over his full lips. You closed the small space and took his mouth upon yours, his opening immediately to take dominance over your tongue. The kiss was just as messy and sloppy as the fucking currently happening in a hallway anyone could walk down. Yet you couldn’t care less because of the pure ecstasy he was making you feel and because you knew Feyd would kill anyone stupid enough to walk this way, let along gaze upon you in this state. 

The rest of the world may have not knew but those here did and they knew better than to ever speak on it. 

Here they all know you belong to Feyd and that made your heart soar because you’d give anything for all to know. 

“Fuck pretty girl” he groaned against your wet mouth, “You’re dripping down my balls, my fucking thighs are wet with you”.

His words just made you moan louder.

“Go head, cum for me, let go my pretty little pet” he rasped.

The scream that tore through you should make you embarrassed how much you sounded like a common whore but nothing in you could muster a care in the world. Feyd was worth everything. Worth getting caught, worth the embarrassment on your family, worth whatever came with being found out. 

Your body shook as the force of your orgasm pushed Feyd’s cock out, momentarily catching him off guard before the loss of your heat and your desperate whine at the action caused him to snap back in action and drive his cock back in til he was brushing your cervix. 

Your body continued to shake as your pussy claimed his cock in a vice grip and your eyes rolled back, your mouth hanging open with some slight drool down the corner. Everything about the moment sent a chill down Feyd’s  spine as his balls drew tight and his cock swelled, the release of his cum shooting into your warmth and drenching your walls with his thick seed. 

How Feyd wished more then anything you both could allowed it to take, the thought of you claimed in that way, round with his child caused Feyd release to prolong. A groan ripping through his chest, as his cock continued to spurt his cum into your warm haven. Desperate to see you round, full of him. 

“Fuck!” 

Your hands guided his head as you brought him in for an embrace. Your faces pressed together.

The both of you stayed that way for awhile. Deep breathing slowly coming to a normal pace as the mixture from both your releases cooled on each of your thighs. 

He slowly pulled out his soften cock as you verbally mourned the loss. 

Feyd helped you fix yourself before slipping his cock back into his pants and pulling them back over his hips. He hadn’t pull them down far to begin with with the rush you both were in. Just enough to get his impressive cock out. 

“Did you mean it?” He asked catching you off guard with the softness and vulnerability of his deep raspy tone. 

You searched his handsome face looking for an answer before it hit you. You fought back the tears that threaten to fall. The sadness that washed over you you wished wasn’t the reality.

“Of course, more than anything but we both know it would never happen Feyd. I am already betrothed” you remind him. “My father will not reconsider, not while house Fenring has offered so much and he still carry’s hatred for the Baron”.

Feyd didn’t seem surprised at your statement, it was the truth you both knew. He just seemed to be contemplating and that worried you. You didn’t want him to do anything that would get himself into trouble.

x

It was two long days later when you got to see Feyd again, this time in the arena. You don’t understand how it all happened because it had happened so quickly. 

You were sitting up in the guest seats watching with a few the other young lady’s of great houses, gossiping about Feyds skill and brutality with the rest of your respective families when Feyd had just finished his slaughter. He stood there proud after taking off his shield and finishing in an even more entertaining way when all realized some of the slaves weren’t drugged. 

He raised a single fist as the roar from the area slowly came to a stop. A servant rushed to him handing over something. You sat watching with all wondering what was happening since this wasn’t customary for the end of the fight. 

“What is the na-Baron up to?” One of the lords from the other houses asked as everyone watched. 

Your heart raced as you watched through your glasses as he brought a mic up to his mouth. He smirked before announcing his challenge to the young lord of house Fenring for your hand in marriage.

You could swear he looked directly up at you high in the sky above him smirking before he cut his palm, made a fist and pounded his chest in a salute of ultimate respect. The stunned crowed of Giedi Prime following their beloved na-Baron. The sound was deafening. Your breathing stopped as you heard all the gasps around you. The young lady’s grasping at you asking a million questions as your father and Lord Fenring jumped to their feet yelling their rage at the disrespect of the young na-Baron. For they understood things were different here and just like the na-Baron was currently explaining on Giedi Prime his challenge must be accepted by the young lord himself and he would not be able to choose a fighter instead where the laws of marriage was considered. It was fight to the death or be shamed and seen as weak. Which on Giedi Prime was seen as the worst fate. To refuse meant House Harkkonen would refuse to acknowledge House Fenring because of their weakness. All deals and trade voided. 

You couldn’t slow your breathing as you leaned on the railing watching him watching you. You could hear the commotion around you and the young lord Fenring fighting with his father over his acceptance before making his way out the room. Hope bloomed in your chest, you knew your father could not refuse a display like this. Such an open declaration of love, of ownership. You were his and he would fight to the death to make it so in all ways.

It wasn’t long before you seen doors on the stadium floor beginning to open. And Feyd’s smirk turned into a monstrous smile full of blackened teeth. You were his and it was time all knew. Giedi Prime would finally have their na-Baroness. 

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